Female Novel
Chapter 170
Chapter 170
When Renee saw Margaret, who was like a mother to her, tears of resignation filled her eyes.
“Margaret, my stomach hurts!”
Like a child, she threw herself into the older woman’s arms and wept uncontrollably.
For four years, from the changes in her family to her grandfather’s death and even her divorce fromStefan, not a single tear had been shed, and she remained as sturdy as a mountain.
But it was tiring to be strong all the time. She was only a twenty–year–old woman! She didn’t want tobe strong anymore!
Margaret was confused. She rarely saw Renee in such a fragile state, and she couldn’t help but feeldistressed, and tears also filled her eyes. She gently stroked Renee’s back in comfort and said, “Shh,it’s okay. Miss Ren. I’m here. I’m here with you!”
Like a lost little puppy, Renee soaked in the warmth of Margaret’s arms. Having not felt this peaceful ina long while, she seemed relaxed and wasn’t as uncomfortable as before.
Margaret was Renee’s nanny and had a lot of experience in childbirth and parenting. She looked atRenee’s stomach and complexion and could hazard a guess as to what was wrong with the youngerwoman.
“Miss Ren, are you pregnant?” Margaret asked cautiously.
“I… The thought of telling Margret had never crossed Renee’s mind, and denial was on the tip of hertongue.
However, Margeret picked up her hand and felt the pulse on her wrist, adding, “And almost threemonths along, if I’m not
mistaken?”
“Ah… apparently, I can’t hide anything from you,” Renee mumbled helplessly.
Margaret’s family came from a long line of skilled medical professionals. Renee once heard her mothersay that her grandmother had personally hired Margaret to manage all the affairs in their family andcare for Renee’s mother, who had been pregnant then, and her, who had been born after. That meantMargaret was more experienced than many other doctors in the
field.
Margaret stayed silent and continued feeling Renee’s pulse. After a while, she frowned and said. “MissRen, you ran into trouble today, didn’t you? Your pulse is irregular. You should lie down. I’ll preparesome medicine for you. You’ll be fine once you takenovelbin
it.”
“Thank you, Margaret.”
Renee obeyed Margaret’s instruction and returned to her bedroom to lie down.
Margaret prepared a concoction according to the medical skills she had learned from her ancestors.Once it was done, she
brought it up to Renee.
“Come, Miss Ren. Once you drink this, the pain will go away!”
Renee was not the slightest bit wary of the medicine and swallowed it in one gulp.
To her, Margaret was the only person in this world she could trust unconditionally, even more than Liamor Leia.
A gentle sensation washed over her once she drank the medicine, and she felt better almost instantly.
“Margaret, my stomach doesn’t hurt much anymore! You’re awesome!” Renee gushed, her eyes filledwith adoration for the older woman.
“Of course! My great–grandfather was known as the famous Plum Blossom Saint, you know? As hisdescendent, even if I only inherited a tenth of his mantle and lacked his necromancy skills, keeping anunborn baby safe is easy.”
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Margaret was clearly proud of her ancestry and lineage.
“Wasn’t that the title given to the doctor who was rumored to be able to perform miracles? That’s yourgreat–grandfather, Margaret? That’s… Wow!”
The admiration in Renee’s heart swelled bigger. Even though she knew that Margaret came from a lineof ancestors who studied medicine, she didn’t know their origins were that great! Her profound heritagecompletely overshadowed the Everheart
family’s reputation!
In that case, hadn’t it been a waste for Margaret to be a housekeeper and nanny in this family?
Renee asked curiously, “Margaret, this is the first I’ve heard that your great–grandfather was the PlumBlossom Saint. I heard he
was the treasure of the medical world and that he could cure people who were terminally ill. If that’s thecase… why didn’t you pursue a medical career and waste your life here instead?”
Margaret smiled. “I was entrusted with this task. Besides, caring for you and your mother wasn’t awaste of my life. It was my life’s mission.”
“Entrusted? By my grandmother?” Renee was even more curious at the older woman’s words. “Couldyou tell me a little about my grandmother, Margaret?”