Arabella Vanderbilt covered her mouth and chuckled, "Don't just think about me. The one in your belly is my future son-in-law. Give him good food and drinks. If he's not eight pounds when born, I'll take the difference straight from you."
"Eight pounds?!"
Isabella Harrison widened her eyes, "That would kill me!"
Arabella Vanderbilt raised an eyebrow, "Then I'll take it straight from you."
Isabella Harrison pursed her lips, "Whatever you take is yours, it'll save me from dieting."
After a pause, she added, "By the way, how is Aunt Mary's rehabilitation going? Better than a few days ago?"
Arabella Vanderbilt nodded, "I took a distant look yesterday, seems like she's much better than before. I'll visit her again tomorrow. She's working so hard…"
As she spoke, Arabella felt a twinge of heartache.
Due to the previous accident, Mary Douglas simply refused to let her accompany her in rehabilitation.
Every time, Arabella Vanderbilt watched her from a distant corner.
