Although Hazel Allison felt annoyed inside, she still maintained a smile on her face, gently cradled her belly with one hand, and walked over with the demeanor of a rightful wife, issuing instructions.
"Anna, please bring me a cup of warm water, and wash some fruit. Make sure the water temperature is just right—neither too hot nor too cold."
Anna glanced at her, let out a little huff, and swayed her hips as she walked away.
With a delicate, shy grace, Hazel Allison entered Jackson Vance's office.
Jackson Vance, dressed in a suit and exuding the charm of a refined gentleman, was a pleasing sight even when working in his office.
He turned and saw Hazel Allison, smiling gently. Yet now, the warmth in his brow was overshadowed, with a hint of gloom.
Thoughtfully, he stood up to pull out a chair for Hazel, letting her sit down.
"Just met Charlotte Allison—are you tired? You should be resting now; you didn't need to test her," Jackson said.
