"Three months." She calmly replied, her slender fingers instinctively stroking her lower abdomen, her expression rippling with a touch of sweet happiness.
Three months, no wonder her belly wasn't fully showing yet.
Vivian Ferguson looked at the flat abdomen, her mood rippling as well.
"In the early three months, you must take good care of your body." Subconsciously, Vivian Ferguson blurted out words of concern.
After all, it was her own grandson; how could she not worry?
Her words made Emily Walker suddenly feel warm, and at the same time somewhat overwhelmed.
She had thought that Baron Stuart's mother rejected and disliked her, but now...
Was it because she was carrying Baron Stuart's baby? So was she benefiting from the baby in her belly?
"Do you still feel nauseous recently?" Vivian Ferguson asked again, completely unaware of the added concern in her tone, and instinctively looked at her to ask.
