Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 222 - 146 Alluring beauty, have you not heard of it?_2
"If the fetus is too large and can’t be delivered naturally, a cut may be necessary to make the process smoother. If there’s a tear and it’s not timely addressed, it’s not just a matter of a few stitches. The hostess of a case I handled before underwent a fast delivery and ended up getting dozens of stitches all over; it was frightening..."
Aunt Lee picked some fish for Charlotte Miller, meticulously removing a few bones from the belly. The tender fish glistened like jade, but Charlotte felt a wave of nausea. She couldn’t distinguish if it was the fish’s taste she disliked or if Aunt Lee’s words had scared her.
Aunt Lee hesitated, feeling she might have said too much, rubbed her hands in slight embarrassment, "I’ll go downstairs to do some work. Please take your time, sir and ma’am."
The living room suddenly returned to calm. Atlas Hallow placed a piece of broccoli on Charlotte’s plate, softly reassuring, "Don’t be afraid, I’ll accompany you into the delivery room."
"No..." Charlotte had a sudden jolt, recalling a passage she had once read in a book long ago. Though most of it had faded from memory, one line lingered particularly in her mind: no matter how one might praise the greatness of female childbirth, a girl’s body post-birth, no matter what, loses its original tenderness and mystery, becoming extremely cheap.
Though that statement was somewhat exaggerated, she could not accept herself lying on the delivery bed, at the mercy of others, in embarrassment and chaos, while he stood beside her listening to her wail and cry. Whether cut open or torn naturally was unacceptable to her.
"Charlotte, don’t be stubborn..." Atlas’s expression dimmed. Why was she unhappy? He had made an effort to accompany her, even willing to go into the delivery room, yet she remained unsettled and unhappy.
Was it truly so difficult to have a child for him?
"I’m not being stubborn, I’m just..." She simply wasn’t used to it yet. The shyness, tension, and fear left her clueless on how to handle it.
It had nothing to do with anything else; perhaps she just wasn’t fully prepared to be a mother.
After lunch, Charlotte lazily curled up in the quilt. Atlas instructed Aunt Lee to take good care of her and left the apartment to attend to some matters.
After her nap, Aunt Lee helped Charlotte to sit in the living room and softly asked, "Ma’am, did I scare you today?"
Aunt Lee felt slightly embarrassed. Little did she know that a few words could scare the good appetite out of the lady. It was evident her new mistress was born delicate, indeed more beautiful and fresh than a flower; such talk might truly frighten her.
"No, maybe my appetite has been a little strange lately." Charlotte smiled. Aunt Lee had already walked over to the countertop, starting to slice some fruit for her.
What’s the tastiest fruit in the world? It’s actually just fruit that’s been washed and sliced.
When Aunt Lee presented a plate of fresh fruit before Charlotte, it inexplicably made her happy. A large plate of colorful red and green: strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, kiwi, melon, black currants—not much of each but together forming a vibrant display. Charlotte held the plate, picked up a fork, and started eating.
"It’s alright, Aunt Lee, I’m just a bit nervous." Charlotte comforted this new aunt, whose cooking wasn’t Michelin star level but was tasty and satisfying.
"However, ma’am, there are some things you still need to pay attention to..." Aunt Lee spoke mysteriously in a low voice, "In fact, the fetus really shouldn’t be raised too large. It can break things since many women can’t recover, later their husbands don’t want to touch them. And when they cut, some don’t adjust well to physical relations and feel very uncomfortable; moreover, a larger fetus makes recovery difficult."
She had worked in wealthy families for many years, witnessing many matters, especially between couples. She couldn’t help but cautiously remind this young, stunning lady.
Charlotte blushed slightly, lowered her head, and quietly ate her fruit.
"You probably don’t know, but it’s true." Young girls don’t realize the severity; if you don’t take care now, you’ll regret it later on. "Years ago, my daughter gave birth, and I didn’t let her eat bread or pasta. The baby was born just over six pounds, this way it wasn’t exhausting for the mother." A mother must consider her daughter. It’s not selfish; after all, after the baby is born well cared for, but if the body is distorted severely, there’ll be lots of hardships later on.
