Sun Jin is feeling discomfort as she needs to lay on her back and not move. Madame Rong even make her leg tied up to elevate the position of her womb. She feels the utmost torture on her body.
She can smell something delicious come inside her room who is next to Catherine's room.
"Miss, can you find out if it is time for my lunch? I smell something delicious linger into my nose," Sun Jin is asking for some information from her assistant who is standing up and checking the hall.
"Madame Sun, the food is for the next room. apparently, the husband is making his wife happy with a three-star Michelin chef cooking a seafood feast and now they are calling the famous dessert shop for the dessert table," The assistant for Sun Jin is reporting to her madame.
"What a joke!" Sun Jin is laughing dryly to reflect on her loser life. God really isn't fair to her when she has to suffer like a commodity to breed some son for paying the debt.
