Chapter 268: Morning Sickness

Mrs. Johnson clutched her forehead, the throbbing pain made her wince, while the domestic workers around her looked at each other in confusion. A bold one stepped forward and asked softly, "Madam, who was on the phone?"

Regaining her senses, Mrs. Johnson looked up and warned them, "What happened here today must not get out. If it does, it could cost someone their life!"

The servants turned pale with fear, "You mean Miss Tasha, she..."

"Don't talk nonsense! You're jinxing it!" Mrs. Johnson glared sternly at them, "If an outsider calls today, remember to notify me immediately!"

"Yes..."

Mrs. Johnson sat on the sofa for a while, her expression ghastly. She thought to herself that she really couldn't follow what that person said and use Amanda Smith as a trade, could she? On the other hand, what about Tasha Moore's unborn child? Her dear grandson...