The relief Fifth Uncle's family felt was short-lived, as their hearts leaped back into their throats.
Zeke subconsciously tightened his grip on his wife's hand. She was also a little nervous but quietly squeezed his hand back in reassurance.
'Just a moment ago, she was holding their child, so I couldn't see. Now that she's put the child down and I can take a closer look... there seems to be a shadow on her chest.'
A shadow?! The adults' eyelids twitched, and for a moment, they all thought their daughter-in-law had contracted some terminal illness.
'Also, her chest... *cough cough*. So, is this shadow a result of pent-up anger and frustration?'
Fourth Aunt's family was also listening in, enjoying the drama. When they heard this, the other women present finally understood what Arabella had been hesitant to mention, and their faces flushed slightly.
