Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 419: Overbearing Care

Chapter 419: Overbearing Care

Eric, breathing heavily, pinched Ella’s cheek. "You little minx, I have to hold out for three months. This time, it might actually kill me!"

Ella burst out laughing. "Fine, how about I buy you... an inflatable doll?"

"Ella... you’re just begging for a spanking, aren’t you?"

"Go ahead, try it!"

Their playful banter filled the room, but the decision was made—Eric would return to Country S to finalize the wedding plans, while Ella stayed in Country W for a while.

The next morning, Eric accompanied Ella as she moved into the Anderson family estate. Lucas was so thrilled that he couldn’t stop smiling.

Eric set the wedding date for November 11th, symbolizing a lifetime of love and devotion.

With just over a month until the wedding, Eric had to ensure every detail was perfect in a short amount of time.

Ella had originally planned on wearing a traditional Chinese wedding gown, but with her pregnancy, she decided it was best to skip it and keep things simple.

On the night Eric left Country W, around 8 PM, Ella clung to his sleeve at the airport, reluctant to let go.

Amidst the bustling crowd, the foreign chatter, and the clamor of announcements, Ella felt as if the world had faded away, leaving just her and Eric.

"Alright, I need to board soon. Rest well here, and I’ll come pick you up when the wedding is close," Eric said with a warm smile, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Ella pouted, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug, her heart heavy with the ache of separation.

She wasn’t used to being apart from him—their time together had rarely been interrupted by distance.

"Ella, I promise, when I’m back, I’ll get myself an inflatable doll so I won’t feel so miserable!" Eric teased wickedly in her ear.

Ella shoved him away, pretending to be outraged. "Eric, get lost!"

Eric’s devilish smile lit up his face like a constellation, drawing admiring glances from nearby travelers.

"My love, I’ll take care of everything. You and our daughter just wait for me!"

Afraid he might hesitate and stay, Eric quickly turned and strode off without looking back.

Ella, left standing there, watched his carefree figure disappear into the crowd. She pouted, muttering a fierce vow to herself: Eric! You’re not getting near me in three months, just you wait!

Ella settled into the Anderson family estate.

Lucas treated her like a treasure, doting on her at every turn.

When she lost her appetite, he brought her an assortment of tangy fruits to help soothe her nausea.

Luke, on the other hand, was rarely home. Most of the time, Ella didn’t even see him, as he returned late at night when she was already asleep.

Eric had warned her to steer clear of Luke, and while Ella didn’t think much of it, she remembered the trouble Henry had caused and decided it was best to avoid unnecessary complications.

A week passed like this. Every day, Ella received calls from Eric. Sometimes he sent pictures of wedding venues for her to choose from.

The options were all stunning, but Ella ultimately chose an artificial island in Country S. Most of their friends were there, and she preferred to keep things convenient.

With her wedding dress already selected, everything was set for the big day.

On the eighth day, Luke unexpectedly joined them for dinner.

Normally, Luke didn’t come home until well past eleven, but today seemed to be an exception. When Ella entered the dining room, she saw Luke sitting upright on the left side of the table, engrossed in a newspaper.

"Stop reading and let’s eat," Lucas said with a warm smile. "Ella, how are you feeling today?"

Ella nodded slightly. "A little better than before."

In truth, she still felt nauseous at the sight of food. To keep her from feeling lonely, Lucas had hired two trusted nurses to stay with her, both as companions and a precaution.

Ella’s proficiency in the Country W language wasn’t perfect, but she managed to communicate with the people around her without much difficulty.

"That’s good to hear. Today, I had the chef prepare many of your favorite dishes, as well as sour plum soup," Lucas said with a smile. The soup had been specially altered with medicinal ingredients to help calm her nerves and stimulate her appetite.

Beneath Ella’s calm demeanor, she felt a small wave of warmth.

No matter what, Lucas’s care for her was genuine. After all, she was his only daughter. She couldn’t help but wonder if Lucas had been this gentle and attentive to Isabella back in the day—just as Eric was to her now.

"Thank you," Ella said, unsure of how else to express her feelings.

"There’s no need to thank me, Ella," Lucas replied warmly.

A servant ladled a small bowl of sour plum soup for her. Ella took a few sips and found it quite palatable.

Meanwhile, Luke remained silent, barely sparing Ella a glance.

During the meal, Ella suddenly felt nauseous and quickly excused herself to the restroom. She forced herself to focus on the scenery outside the window, hoping to stave off the urge to vomit.

After all, throwing up at the table would ruin everyone’s appetite.

"Ella, are you feeling nauseous again? Should I ask the chef to prepare some porridge for you?" Lucas appeared, concern evident in his voice.

"No need. This is normal during the early stages. It’ll get better after some time," Ella replied, her voice weak but accompanied by a faint smile.

This time, she managed not to throw up, but her appetite hadn’t improved. She drank a bit more sour plum soup, ate a small portion of food, and then set her bowl aside.

Lucas accompanied her upstairs and checked in on her before heading back down.

Downstairs, Luke’s expression remained as dark as ever.

Lucas cast him a glance. "Luke, is something bothering you? Do you not like Ella staying here?"

"No, I have no issue with her. But Father, with her health like this, will the baby really be okay?" Luke asked, frowning deeply.

Lucas chuckled softly. "You don’t understand women, Luke. During the early stages of pregnancy, most women feel unwell. They’re fatigued, nauseous, and often want to sleep. The baby’s development accelerates later, so there’s no need to worry at this point."

Still, Luke furrowed his brow. "But even if her appetite is poor, shouldn’t she eat more? Maybe the chef’s cooking doesn’t suit her. Should I look for top chefs from other high-end hotels to try?"

The chef, standing nearby, paled at Luke’s suggestion. He felt like he was about to lose his job. The young master must be out of his mind—this is just how pregnancies are! How is this my fault?

Lucas shook his head gently. "Don’t overreact. Stop creating unnecessary trouble—this isn’t the chef’s fault."

Luke shot the chef a cold look. "But—"

"No buts," Lucas interrupted firmly. "I know you’re concerned, but this has nothing to do with the chef’s skills."

"Father, what are you implying? I’m just trying to offer suggestions from your perspective!" Luke huffed, his tone defensive.

As the father and son continued their exchange, Ella’s silhouette briefly appeared at the top of the stairs. She quietly made her way back to her room, her heart heavy with a mix of emotions.

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