Chapter 883 Monica's Lie

There was one time when Malcolm wanted to make love to her, but she refused.

Since the two of them made the agreement, Malcolm had been very enthusiastic toward Monica. Monica thought he must be feeling guilty and only wanted to appease her. If he knew that it was her who killed Ivy, he would hate her forever.

Nobody knew the real story behind Ivy's death except for Ethon. He just did not want to admit to himself that his mother was a murderer, let alone think along those lines.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Fiona held a bowl of warm pineapple fried rice in her hand. She grinned from ear to ear, revealing a row of sparkling white teeth. "Mom, this smells so good."

"Are you hungry? Eat as much as you want," Monica said with a smile after coming back to her senses.

Fiona spooned some fried rice into her mouth. Monica, who was standing next to her, watched her happily. Suddenly, she reached out her hand and touched Fiona's hair. Mist started forming in her eyes, but she quickly blinked it away. When Fiona raised her head, Monica seemed to be back to her normal self again.

"This is so delicious, Mom," Fiona said with satisfaction.

"Well, pace yourself or you will choke," Monica chuckled. Fiona gobbled so much of the fried rice that Monica could not help reminding her to slow down.

"This is the best pineapple fried rice I've ever eaten. What do you want to eat for lunch, Mom? I'll cook for you."

Monica reached out her hand to touch Fiona's earlobe and said casually, "Surprise me, dear. I like to eat. I'm not picky when it comes to food. You're pregnant, so don't work yourself too hard. Better yet, just let me cook for you. It's dangerous for pregnant women to be around sharp objects and hot pans and pots. Besides, you're not allowed to hold knives."

In Monica's hometown, there was a superstitious belief that pregnant women were not allowed to touch knives. Monica did not believe in superstitions before, but after she found

ut her condition. When she got her test results, her first reaction was disbelief, but it did not change the fact that she was seriously ill. The doctor said that there was no way for her to fully recover from such an advanced ailment. Monica understood that she did not have much time left, so she wanted to do everything she had not done in the past.

It hurt her to think that she would not live long enough to see her grandchild be born, so she decided to knit a sweater. She still remembered that when Ethon was born, she made all kinds of little sweaters for him. At that time, Monica knitted sweaters all day long. Although she did not have to do it, she enjoyed the work.

"I trust my doctor. Besides, JR Hospital is the best hospital in City A, if not the country. My doctor couldn't have made a mistake, and I know my own body." Monica smiled faintly. Her brown, curly hair was meticulously coiled behind her head, reflecting her elegant temperament.

"No matter how great your doctor is, he can still make mistakes. Mom, don't give up just yet, okay? Let's go to another hospital." Fiona was still unwilling to accept the fact that Monica did not have much time left. Her mind went blank.

Monica's heart throbbed. She was happy to see that Fiona cared about her so much. She was indeed a kind girl.