Yolanda Greenwood had a chat with Old Master Coldson for a while before she went downstairs, preparing to leave.
"Yolanda, can you come here for a moment?" To her surprise, Isabella Ross called her into the room.
Isabella Ross looked at Yolanda's slightly bulging belly and gently asked, "How has the prenatal checkup been recently? Is everything going smoothly?"
"Yes, it's been fine," Yolanda obediently nodded.
"It's been four months, right?" Isabella Ross asked with concern. "Yolanda, you're still too thin. You need to eat more. It's not because that boy, Little Noah, is treating you poorly, is it?"
"No." Yolanda quickly shook her head. "Aunt Ross, actually, this child..."
"I know all about it." Isabella Ross took Yolanda's hand. "Whether it's Little Noah or Cooper, they are all dear to me. To me, there isn't any difference."
Yolanda didn't quite understand what she meant and after a moment she said, "Aunt Ross..."