Chapter 1740:


    From behind the bathroom door, the muffled sound of Kenny’s voice drifted out—low, tender words offort for his wife. Elsa rolled her eyes, but said nothing more.


    A short whileter, Kenny guided Rosanna back into the room, one hand steady at her back. She looked worse than before—pale, drained, and moving carefully.


    Elsa took out her phone and transferred ten million dors to Rosanna’s ount. She arranged her expression into something resembling a smile. “It’s clear this pregnancy is taking a real toll on you. Take this as spending money—use it for premium nutritional care. And if the chef here isn’t up to it, I’ll arrange for a specialist who knows exactly what a mother-to-be should be eating.”


    “Thank you, Elsa,” Rosanna murmured softly.


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    Despite her long-standing dislike of Elsa, guilt had been quietly gnawing at her. During their first child’s brief life, she had chosen her own mother over Elsa to provide care—a decision that had ended in tragedy. Had she chosen differently, perhaps that child would still be alive.


    Now, with a new pregnancy and Elsa going out of her way to set old conflicts aside, Rosanna felt a genuine flicker of gratitude—especially after the transfer.


    For a couple like her and Kenny, who lived on steady wages without any business ventures, that kind of sum represented more than a lifetime of ordinary earnings. Though Ethan had given them one hundred million upon Emmie’s birth, both of them treated it strictly as the child’s inheritance—money neither of them would ever touch for personal use.


    “We’re family,” Elsa continued, her tone warmer now. “Rosanna, your suffering is in to see. This afternoon, we’ll go with you to see Dr. Pierce. Persistent vomiting is a danger—not just to the baby, but to your own body as well.”


    The care behind Elsa’s words caught Rosanna off guard, and she felt herself softened by it.


    She also thought of Brenna, sitting quietly nearby. Her earlier coldness toward her had been uncalled for. Brenna was the sort of person whose quiet generosity extended to people she barely knew. It would be foolish to make an enemy of her—she might even need her help someday. And yet, despite Rosanna’s best efforts to reason with herself, an inexplicable dislike persisted beneath the surface.


    Rosanna hadn’t ced much faith in the doctor Brenna had rmended, but with her morning sickness turning unbearable, she was running out of options. With some reluctance, she decided to give it a try.


    When they arrived at the hospital and stepped into Christopher’s consulting room, the sight that greeted them was far from encouraging. Over twenty patients were waiting outside, forming a long, winding queue.


    Brenna had other ideas. With her usualposure, she walked straight to the front, gave Christopher’s desk a light tap, and shed him a smile. “You look swamped,” she said.


    Christopher’s face lit up the moment he saw her. It had been a long time since theirst meeting. “Well, you know how it goes,” he said,ughing. “Word gets around when you’re good at your job. If you ever joined the hospital, the line of patients wanting you would be even longer than this.”


    Brennaughed softly. “Perhaps. Anyway, could you take a look at my sister-inw? Her morning sickness has been quite rough.” Without missing a beat, she pulled a neat stack of cash from her bag and passed it to Gary.


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