"Rachel, please calm down. I don't want you tiring yourself out. Otherwise, Danny boy will chop me into pieces."
Ivy looked at Rachel whose legs seemed to have been attached to wheels. She had stopped moving even once since the moment she had entered the room.
Ivy was concerned and anxious about her.
Rachel was four months pregnant. But the woman was behaving as if she didn't have a little one inside her. She hadn't stopped fussing over, ensuring everything went alright.
"Here." Aria handed Rachel a plate containing apple slices and a banana.
"I am not..."
Rachel swallowed her words when she saw Aria glaring at her.
"You aren't hungry. Your child is. Now, eat." She forced the plate into her hand and glowered at her.
Under Aria's threatening gaze and Ivy's worried expression, Rachel had no choice but to relent and she didn't look up until the plate was clean.