An Ning held the bowl, continuously feeling nauseous, her discomfort making the Yu Family heartache for her.
Grandma Yu said, "Yujie, I think you should stop forcing the child. If we don't drink the fish soup, perhaps eat more of what she can manage; it's also beneficial for the child."
"Auntie, she's now a mother herself and can't be willful. She should know what's best for the child," Cheng Yujie said.
An Ning wanted to cry but had no tears. How could her mother be so cruel?
Her pleading gaze fell on Yu Jingchen's face, but he pretended not to see it and looked away.
An Ning frowned; well, even the uncle wasn't on her side either.
An Ning had no choice but to pinch her nose and swallow the fish soup that made her gag.
Only then did Cheng Yujie seem satisfied. "Now that's somewhat like a mother. A mother can give so much for her child, even her life."
