Chapter 170

"Not quite suitable for pregnant women"? The fact she could even say that pretty much confirmed it was completely off-limits. By the time evening rolled around, an elderly maid came in with a tray of food. She avoided eye contact, clearly nervous. "Ms. Johnson, your dinner." Stella glanced at the tray: a cold seafood salad and a glass of iced juice. Yeah, totally the kind of stuff that messes up a pregnant woman's stomach. "Thanks," she replied quietly, taking the tray and setting it on the small table by the bed. The maid hesitated, then whispered, "Ms. Carter said... you have to finish all of it, or there won't be any food tomorrow." Stella looked up. The maid instantly dropped her gaze and backed out of the room. Silence settled again. She stared at the plate for a while, a cold smile tugging at her lips. Picking up the fork, she poked at the raw fish slices in the salad. The strong seafood smell immediately hit her, making her stomach churn. "Really went out of her way this time,"