Aubree Groove glanced at Isabella Foster's pregnant belly: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, let alone two. Madam, you shouldn't blame yourself, your health should be your priority."
"You don't blame me?" Tears fell from Isabella Foster's eyes like broken beads.
Aubree Groove shook her head, „I respect my elder sister's choice."
Aubree Groove took a few steps forward, „May I take your pulse, Madam?"
Isabella Foster was quite surprised, but she didn't say anything and obediently extended her hand.
Aubree Groove felt her pulse and frowned slightly: "You have been frightened, Madam, and the fetus' heartbeat is unstable. From now on, you will need to rest in bed for the sake of the fetus. Do avoid overthinking and stress."
The man looked nervous, „Grace… ."