Chapter 1739:


    Brenna nodded. “I’ll have someone prepare some gifts.”


    Elsa waved the offer away. “No need. I bought everything yesterday. All I need is for you toe with me. Don’t worry about anything else.”


    After lunch, Brenna joined Elsa for the short drive to Kenny’s residence. Gary was at the wheel, with Felix in the passenger seat, both tasked with seeing to Brenna’s safety.


    Kenny and Rosanna were both at home. Rosanna was battling severe nausea that had robbed her of any appetite, despite the array of dishes spread before her. Kenny sat nearby, watching her with undisguised worry etched across his face.


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    The doorbell chimed, and Kenny rose to answer it, warmly ushering Elsa and Brenna inside.


    Already irritable from her difort, Rosanna felt her mood sink further at the sight of visitors. “I’m truly unwell and in no state to host anyone. I’m sorry,” she said, her apology edged with barely concealed irritation.


    Elsa’s expression tightened, but one nce at Rosanna’s ashen face kept her from saying anything sharp. She reminded herself that she hade to check on her, not to argue.


    The servants took the presents Elsa had brought and quickly arranged refreshments—steaming coffee and tters of fresh fruit. Brenna noted that the mealid out for Rosanna consisted entirely of nd, mild options, yet even those she could not manage.


    Kenny exhaled in quiet frustration. “Nothing stays down. The doctor says there isn’t much to be done about it—at this rate, an IV drip may be necessary just to sustain the baby’s growth.”


    The remark stirred a memory in Brenna. She thought of Dr. Christopher Pierce, the physician she had rmended to Shari. Only days ago, Shari had called to tell her that the treatment he prescribed had restored her appetite with remarkable ease.


    “You might consider consulting Dr. Christopher Pierce,” Brenna said. “He’s a friend of mine with extensive experience in cases like this. He may well be able to help.”


    Kenny’s face brightened. “Is that so? We’ll go see him this afternoon.”


    Rosanna’s difort, already heightened by the visit, reached a sudden peak. She pushed to her feet and rushed to the bathroom. The sounds of retching followed, and Kenny hurried after her at once.


    Elsa turned to Brenna and lowered her voice. “Did you see that? Kenny used to follow my every word without question—he was the most obedient son. But ever since he married Rosanna, he defies me at every turn. I’ve been home for several days and he hasn’t bothered to visit me once. I have toe to him.” She shook her head, frustration simmering beneath the surface. “The very thought of it infuriates me.”


    Brenna guided her gently toward the couch. “It’s all right. Marriage shifts a person’s priorities—Kenny’s wife naturallyes first now. Don’t let it weigh on you. He’s still your son, no matter what.”


    “You have such a philosophical way of seeing things,” Elsa said. “It’s one of the things I truly appreciate about you.”


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