Chapter 346

Claire was throwing up like crazy. Mark freaked out. Hearing the commotion while washing dishes in the kitchen, Erica rushed out. What she saw was pure chaos—Ms. Richards, who had seemed totally fine during dinner, was now clutching the doorway, heaving hard. Eleanor quickly took charge. "Get her some water, hurry!" "Let her rinse her mouth." "Help her over to the chair, she needs to lie down and rest a bit." "Take that watermelon off the table. How many times do I have to say it? Don’t use the same knife for meat and fruit." "Clean up the entrance too, don’t just stand there." ... Everyone moved quickly, following her instructions without missing a beat. Claire collapsed into the chair, feeling completely drained. Her vision blurred, and by the end, she was throwing up bile. She knew exactly what this was—morning sickness. From what she read online, it wouldn’t fully stop until somewhere around the fourth month. "Claire, still feeling awful?" Olivia asked, gently touching Claire’s pal