The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

After a simple wash-up, Bella changed into a new outfit and joined Justin downstairs for a meal. It had been a while since she tasted Wilma's cooking, and she relished every bite. Wilma looked at Bella lovingly, as if she were seeing her long-lost daughter.

"Wow... It tastes so good!" Bella licked her lips and let out a cute burp, eagerly handing her bowl to Wilma. "Wilma, give me another bowl of mashed potatoes, filled to the brim!" "Got it, Young Madam!" Wilma happily filled the bowl with mashed potatoes.

The elders were all the same, feeling happy when they saw the younger generation eating heartily.

"Bella, take it easy. Don't overeat," Justin said in a gentle tone as he used a napkin to dab away the grease from her lips.

"Why are you eating so little? Are you on a diet?" Bella leaned towards him, enjoying the mouth-wiping service.

"I'm not very hungry."

Wilma's fried fish and shrimp are so delicious, I saved some

with her hands, behaving like a hungry little cat. "If you're not going to eat it, I'll

leaked from the depths of

pulled him aside. Wilma whispered with a low voice, "Young Master, uh... I asked some old acquaintances in Savrow for some advice. They're all working as maids in various wealthy households. Almost every young madam they served had some trouble with childbirth. So... I asked them for some remedies. I'll send

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Master! I swear to the heavens that I only told my friends that a relative's child from my hometown had trouble with conception. I didn't mention a word about our Young Madam. I only reached out to friends I've known for over a decade, so they would never have ill

to inherit. Even if I can't give the Salvador family grandchildren, and even if Gregory takes back my position at the company because of this, I don't think it's a big deal. I just want Bella to be safe and happy by my side. Raising a child is hard, and trying various methods just to have a child isn't only hard work,

Master... Didn't you also contact a doctor in Switzerland? I just wanted to help you..." Wilma's voice was caught in her throat. "It's not that

"I turned it down."