Emily Walker was listening, dumbfounded, as she stared blankly at Vivian Ferguson.
Let Bella come and sleep with her? Why?
"What? Let Bella come? Why?" Before Emily could say anything, Baron Stuart frowned beside her with a serious expression, "Isn't my company enough? Why call Bella?"
Vivian Ferguson looked up and glared at her son, "To prevent a certain beast from losing control and having another 'free meal!'"
"..."
"Um... Madam Foster, you just said..."
"Just call me Mother. There's no need to be so formal, as there are no outsiders here." Since they have already gotten the marriage certificate, her continuous use of 'Madam Foster' was a bit awkward.
Although Baron Stuart's marriage hadn't been publicly announced, there was no need to be so formal in their own home. The Old Master wasn't around anyway.
Emily was startled by this and felt somewhat flattered.
She nodded blankly, "Oh, okay."
"Um, you just said I had a miscarriage, what did the doctor say?"