Dr Vanessa opened her brown dical bag. She brought out her stethoscope alongside other dical gadgets to check Alia's vitals.
"So tell , Alia, how do you feel?""
"Happy!" Alia chuckled softly.
"Of course." Dr Vanessa grinned at her reply. "Is written all over your face. But healthwise, how do you feel?"
"Very tired." Alia pointed out all her worriso symptoms.
"She hasn't been able to eat anything since yesterday afternoon aside from the herbal tea I gave her last night," Maria added, her tone laced with anxiety.
"I see." Dr Vanessa attached her stethoscope earpiece to her ear and placed the chest piece on Alia's chest, listening to the sound of her heartbeat. She carried out other vital checks before speaking.
"It seems you have been under so sort of stress lately, and it has greatly impacted your hormonal balance. This aggravated your usual pregnancy illness, the main reason behind the way you feel. Yesterday's incident worsened your already strained health and if you continue in this manner, it could lead to sothing worse."
Alia's forehead furrowed. "What do I need to do doctor?"
"I'll need you to remain in bed for the next couple of days. Keep yourself hydrated and try to eat a little solid food even though you might not have an appetite. Aside from physically examining your growing baby bump, I would have loved to do an ultrasound scan. But that can wait for now until you are a bit stronger."
"How many days do I have to stay in bed, two or at most three?" Alia asked, thinking of the scheduled eting and photo shoot lined up for her.
"I was thinking of a week of bed rest. Your body needs it " Doctor Vanessa suggested.
"A week! Isn't that too long?" Alia countered, frowning. "I have a photo shoot coming up."
"Okay...umm... maybe..."
"A week is perfect, doctor." Maria countered in a stern voice. "The photo shoot can be moved or rescheduled. I won't have you or my grandchild stressing. Okay." She kissed Alia fondly on the cheek.
"Okay," Alia replied reluctantly.
"That is my girl." Maria pinched Alia playfully on the cheek before standing up.
"Carry on with your work, doctor, while I go fix my daughter's warm bath."
"Oh, mum, the maids can handle that. Don't trouble yourself."
"Taking care of my daughter is not troubling ." Maria blew kisses to Alia as she left for the bathroom.
Alia bead at the way Maria was taking good care of her just like Blaze would do.
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The Shawls' mansion...
Gwen seed to be in a great mood this morning after her bitter argunt with her father the previous night.
She slowly climbed down the stairs, looking captivating in her burgundy pants and blazer, paired with silver accessories, like soone going for an important business eting.
In her usual cold manner, she completely ignored the servants greeting her as she made her way to the dining table where her granny and father were already seated.
"Good morning, Nana." Gwen plastered a believing smile on her face. She skidded over to where the old woman was seated and eating her breakfast.
"How are you, dear?" Nana Shawls welcod a warm peck on her wrinkled cheek. "You are looking beautiful and cheerful this morning. This is good."
"Thank you, Nana. You look aweso too." Gwen pulled out a chair beside her grandmother and sat down. She placed the new iPhone Nora bought for her on the table and signalled one of the waiting maids to serve her al.
Nana Shawls observed the coldness between father and daughter and decided to intervene.
"Gwen, why haven't you greeted your father?"
"Oh... I didn't see him there, grandma." Gwen replied sarcastically with a forced smile. "Good morning, Father."
Senator Gregory gritted his teeth but didn't reply. He was still mad at Gwen for leaving the house the previous day without telling anyone where she was going.
Even though Harriet dropped her off, claiming she spent the entire day with her, Senator Gregory wasn't completely convinced.
"Greg, can you at least respond to your daughter's greeting?"
"Sure, mum." The senator's cold gaze shifted to his daughter. "Morning, Gwen."
Silence followed again, except for the occasional clinking and clanking sounds of cutleries against dishware.
"In less than three days, Matt and the others will be returning ho." Nana Shawls' wobbly voice broke through the silence. "I can't have you two always quarrelling and fighting. You need to seek out the unnecessary cold war before the end of today."
"Nana..." Gwen dropped her fork noisily, earning herself a disgusted look from the old woman. She gave a fake apology before stating her demands for peace.
"I have no problem with Dad. He asked not to interfere with anything concerning this mansion and so far, I have been faithful. All I ask in return is for Dad to stay off my back. I am not a child and I do not owe him an explanation for whatever I choose to do with my life as long as it doesn't involve cri." Gwen added the last past, shutting down her grandmother who was about to counter her.
"Also, I have decided to partner with Aunt Harriet as a co-salon owner, and I told Dad that I need the sum of ten million dollars to help actualize my dream. But he brushed it off as if I ant nothing to him. He said he would never support ."
"That is not what I said." The senator lost his cool, dropping his cutleries nosily on the table, his cold gaze narrowing at his annoying daughter.
It felt as though prison had turned her into an ungrateful, heartless and selfish woman, whom he could no longer recognize.
"You ca to asking for an outrageous sum of money to dump in your aunt's business. When I asked you for a simple business proposition, you had none. What do you expect to do, throw money away. Do you think money grows on trees?"
"Certainly not, Dad." Gwen mirrored her father's rage, her nose flared and eyes chiller. "I know money doesn't grow on trees. But I also know that money is pocket change to you. Moreover, how can you ask for a business proposition when the business in question has already been established?"
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