Chapter 4

The next day, I bought two large bags of nutritious food from the supermarket and went to visit my future mother-in-law.

As soon as I entered the neighborhood, some ladies who knew Mrs. Wilson saw me and asked, "Lily, bringing so many things to your future in-laws? Tsk tsk, you're so generous. The Wilsons are really lucky."

Their words were dripping with sarcasm, but I pretended not to notice and politely replied, "Yes, Mrs. Wilson needs to boost her nutrition recently, so I bought a bit extra."

Hearing this, they curiously asked, "What's wrong with her? Is she sick? I saw her yesterday and she looked fine."

"It's not an illness, it's good news," I said deliberately, leaving them hanging.

"What good news?"

"Well... I shouldn't say. You'd better ask her yourself," I said, walking away with the bags, leaving them to speculate.

In my past life, whenever they talked about children, my mother-in-law would tear up and mention the baby she had aborted.

Public opinion always favors the weak, so I was criticized for being a heartless teacher, often pointed at and gossiped about in the neighborhood.

I wondered what they would say this time about someone her age trying for a second child.

Mrs. Wilson did look better than before, radiating a maternal glow.

Seeing me bring so many good things, she couldn't stop smiling.

She pulled me aside to tell me how well-behaved and easy this baby was, with no morning sickness at all.

She also talked about how difficult her pregnancy with Jack had been. I happily played along, "This child must be here to repay you then. They say babies like this grow up to be smart and filial."

Hearing me say this, she was overjoyed and started sharing her parenting experiences.

Seeing that we had been chatting for so long without getting to the point, Jack coughed lightly nearby.

I looked at him as he was making meaningful faces at me.

I asked with concern, "What's wrong? Do you have a cold?"

He awkwardly explained, "No... just a sore throat."

"If you're not feeling well, you should stay away from your mom. Don't want to risk infecting her," I reminded him.

"Didn't you say you were going to talk to mom about something?" Jack finally brought it up.

Mrs. Wilson, hearing about me talking to her, visibly tensed up.

"Talk... talk about what?" she asked.

"Oh my, how could I forget such an important thing?" I pretended to suddenly remember.

"Jack told me he's worried because you're an older pregnant woman and there might be risks during childbirth. I thought about it and he's right. So..." I deliberately paused, seeing her swallow hard several times.

I was secretly delighted, imagining how anxious she must be, fearing I might suggest she abort the baby.

"So I specifically looked it up online. In your situation, you absolutely must go for regular prenatal check-ups and follow the doctor's advice. The most important things are to eat well, sleep well, and stay in a good mood. You can't overexert yourself.

"Leave the housework to Jack. If you want to eat something, have him buy it for you. Before the birth, you should just enjoy being treated like a queen at home."

Mrs. Wilson smiled, while Jack's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Not only had I not persuaded her as he wanted, but I'd also assigned him chores.

In my past life, he had acted like a perfect househusband before marriage, but in reality, he was extremely chauvinistic.

He wouldn't even pick up a fallen oil bottle at home, justifying it with, "A gentleman stays out of the kitchen," as if it was beneath him to do any housework.