At that moment, a servant hearing the commotion came out from a room, "Young Master, what's wrong with the Young Madam?"
Mo Shiche's handsome face, though still calm, was clearly filled with anxiety, "She's been vomiting; it must be the baby feeling unwell. I'm taking her to the hospital—you wait here for a phone call."
Been vomiting?
The servant hurriedly said, "Young Master, the Young Madam is likely experiencing morning sickness; there's no need for the hospital."
Mo Shiche's face remained serious despite hearing this, "But she's in so much pain when she vomits, her face has gone red. Are you sure there isn't another problem?"
The servant replied, "...Doesn't everyone's face turn red when they vomit? Please put the Young Madam on the sofa first; holding her like this will make her feel even worse."
Mo Shiche wasn't quite reassured, but upon hearing that she was suffering, he still placed Luo Qiangwei temporarily on the sofa.
