When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 325

By her second month of pregnancy, mornings had turned into a battle for Dorothea. She barely glanced at her favorite fish noodle soup before nausea rolled over her. She rushed to the bathroom, clutching her stomach, and spent a long, miserable while dry-heaving.

Latham spotted her as he came out of the gym. He hurried after her, kneeling down and rubbing her back gently.

“What set you off?” he asked, already guessing her morning sickness was in full swing.

Dorothea leaned on his arm as she tried to steady herself. “Fish. The smell is just too much.”

“I don’t want to eat anything,” she muttered.

Latham immediately asked Linda to bring her a different breakfast, but that didn’t help. Dorothea kept throwing up. In the end, the only thing she could keep down was plain rice porridge. If they added anything, even a sprinkle of salt, it would just come right back up.

Linda hadn’t realized how bad Dorothea’s morning sickness was and felt a stab of guilt. “Latham, I’m so sorry. I must’ve done something wrong.”

“It’s not your fault, Linda,” Latham reassured her. “Let’s have someone else take over the kitchen for now.”

He called in a series of professional chefs, but it made no difference. Ten chefs later, Dorothea was still sick every time she tried to eat.

Within just two weeks, she looked noticeably thinner. Her cheeks were hollow, her jawline sharper. Latham felt helpless and worried. Nothing seemed to work.

Pauline was worried too. She started collecting home remedies, hoping something would help.

“Dorothea, how can morning sickness be this bad?” Pauline asked, wringing her hands.

Dorothea was so uncomfortable she hadn’t even gone to work. “Grandma, pregnancy is just awful.”

“Oh, my dear, I wish I could help. Your grandpa always cooked for you when you felt sick. His food always made you feel better. Pity I never picked up his recipes.”

Latham sat at the table, flipping through a thick stack of chef resumes the butler had brought him. “None of these are right. Find a housekeeper who can cook, someone with experience looking after pregnant women if possible.”

***

Elise walked into The Stephens Group holding a big thermos. “Hi, I’m here to see Latham.”

“Do you have an appointment, ma’am?” the receptionist asked politely.

Elise hesitated, then gave a small, awkward smile. “No appointment, but he’s my son-in-law.”

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