Chapter 233: Trying to Cover It Up

It’s not until now that I see Lawrence’s true self.

He and Frances are basically the same kind of persons. They will do anything to achieve their goals,
and they do not care about the consequences.

Whitney doesn’t say anything, which means she has accepted Lawrence’s suggestion.

I feel uneasy as Whitney is going to cheat Frances with another man’s child.

After a few minutes, the door of Whitney’s room opened.

In case that they find me eavesdropping, I stay in my room and don’t go out the whole afternoon.

However, I fail to fall asleep after hearing the breaking news.

It’s about six o’clock when I go downstairs. I can stand hunger, but the baby needs food.

Frances won’t stop me from entering the kitchen now. I can make some simple dishes by myself.

Whitney is sitting on the sofa with a faint smile on her face. It seems that she is in a good mood after
knowing that the child is still in her belly. When she sees me going downstairs, she is shocked.

“You were upstairs? What did you hear?”

“What? I was sleeping.” I look at her with innocent eyes, pretending to know nothing.

If Whitney finds out that I heard what they said, she might kill me.

Whitney stares at me, probably judging whether I am telling the truth or not. After a while, she rolls his
eyes at me and murmurs, “Alright. Prepare some more food when you cook, Frances will have dinner
at home.”



I’m not a servant, so I don’t need to listen to Whitney. But I am not in the mood to argue with her. I go
straight to the kitchen.

The smell of cooking fume made me sick. In the middle of cooking, I can’t help but run to vomit at the
garbage can.

Knowing that I have a strong pregnancy reaction, I usually close the door in case anyone sees me
vomit.

I make three dishes and one soup. When I’m bringing the dishes to the table, Frances comes back.

Whitney walks to him. She holds his arm and smiles at me smugly.

At this moment, I feel like a servant. And they are an intimate couple.

However, Whitney is currently pregnant with someone else’s child.

I look at Frances and feel sorry for him.

Frances doesn’t say anything and sits down to have dinner. I made sweet and sour pork chops, sour
and spicy shredded potatoes, vinegar fish, and rice noodles with pickled cabbage.

They are all simple home-made dishes. But as I see Frances frowns, I realize that all the food were
made according to me own taste. I prefer sour food these days due to my bad appetite, which is
caused by pregnancy and vomiting. And I forgot that Frances doesn’t eat anything sour.

Last time, I made sour and spicy rice noodles. And he looked painful while eating.

Whitney also realizes it and puts down her chopsticks. She shouts at me, “What are you doing? You’re
not pregnant. Why do you make everything sour?”



Obviously, she is trying to cover it up, but I don’t nail her lie.

None of them eat. It’s indeed a bit embarrassing. Just as I am wondering what to do, I hear a sweet
voice.

“What are you guys eating? My mouth is watering.”

Silvia walks over with a sweet smile and holds my arm. “Sister-in-law, did you make all these?”

Whitney’s expression immediately changes.

I’m so embarrassed.

Silvia does see Whitney and she still calls me sister-in-law. I feel something is about to
happen.


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