Chapter 1642


    Chloe just stared nkly at her.


    The kitchen door was then promptly closed in her face, leaving her in thepany of a few


    servants who wore expressions of expected bemusement.


    Chloe tucked the apple -rger than her own fist - into the refrigerator, with her lips pursed. She


    simply was too full to eat.


    After two hours, Elizabeth emerged from the kitchen, one hand on her hip and the other carrying a


    wooden lunchbox, a proud smile on her face. "Vo!


    A culinary masterpiece,’ she announced.


    The servants collectively released a sigh of relief before pping politely.


    "Bravo, Madam!"


    “Excellent!”


    “Congrattions!”


    Chloe couldn''t help but chuckle at the spectacle. The scene was reminiscent of a superhero saving


    the. And Chloe found it amusing that this jovial woman was the mother of the seemingly aloof


    and sophisticated Damon.


    Elizabeth, having soaked up enough praise, ascended the stairs to change.


    She then promptly whisked Chloe out of the house, lunchbox in tow.


    Yasmine had physical therapy at 2 PM sharp. Throughout the journey, Chloe couldn''t help but


    sneak nces at the lunchbox in Elizabeth''sp. With each look, Elizabeth tightened her grip on the


    lunchbox.


    “I can cook for you when we get home! This is for your mother. I know you''re pregnant and all, but


    your mom''s physical therapy is tough, too. Just bear with it a bit longer. Or you could eat an apple to


    tide you over’ she offered.


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    Chloe sighed, "I had a big lunch.”


    "Oh, good!" Elizabeth replied, clutching the lunchbox even tighter. "This is my trump card to win


    over your mother! I''m going to have her stomach under my control. Let''s see how she dares to give


    me the cold shoulder then!"


    Chloe couldn''t help butugh. Knowing her mother, she was not one topromise - especially


    over something like this.


    They reached the physical therapy center just a few minutes past two.


    Luckily, Yasmine was just finishing up changing and had just arrived at the therapy room.


    Chloe, as always, watched her mother through the one-way ss. Yasmine had her hair in a simple


    bun atop her head and was the epitome of grace and elegance, something Chloe had always


    admired.


    Despite her mother''s excellent taste and intellect, Chloe couldn''t help but wonder why she had


    fallen for a man like Nick. She couldn''t ask her this question for fear of unearthing her mother''s only


    regret.


    Yasmine began her exercises. Her face was a mask of determination. Chloe''s heart ached at the


    sight of her mother''s pain.


    Elizabeth, noticing Chloe''s distress, gently squeezed her hand. "Your mother is very strong, isn''t


    she? Nothing can knock her down.’


    Chloe nodded, and her gaze was still on her mother. Yasmine had managed to stand up and was


    exchanging smiles with her physical therapist, Bryson.


    "I got up faster today, didn''t 1?”


    Bryson nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, you did. It only took you four minutes today, two minutes less


    than yesterday!"


    Yasmine''s smile widened.


    Elizabeth chuckled, looking at Yasmine through the ss. "Your mother has quite a nice smile’


    Chloe felt an unexpected shiver down her spine. “Are you... nning something?"


    Elizabeth justughed, pressing her face against the ss. "She should smile more often, don''t you


    think? She''s too beautiful to be frowning all the time."


    Chloe watched Elizabeth, feeling a sudden sense of unease.


    The rest of the therapy session went as usual. After two hours, Yasmine finally finished. Her face


    was pale and sweat-soaked, but her mood seemed to be good. She was just about to head to the


    showers when the door suddenly opened.


    “Hello, Yasmine! I''m back again!"


    Yasmine paused in her tracks, looking up to see Elizabeth standing at the door, lunchbox in hand


    and a beaming smile on her face.


    Despite Yasmine''s indifference, Elizabeth didn''t seem to mind. She walked over, pushing Yasmine''s


    wheelchair toward the therapy room''s couch.


    "Today''s been tough for you, hasn''t it? Here, taste my cooking. I stewed chicken soup just for you.


    It''s light, not greasy at all," she insisted.


    Yasmineid the towel on herp, closing her eyes in apparent impatience. "I can feed myself when


    I''m hungry, you know. You don''t need to fuss over me."


    Regardless, Elizabeth went ahead and uncovered the food container, pouring out some chicken


    soup. It was genuinely crystal clear.


    "This is to help you regain your strength. After all, you''re the mother of my daughter-inw. What''s


    wrong with taking care of you? I should be thanking you for giving birth to such an amazing woman,


    haha...’