Li Dalong lowered his head and silently accepted Madam Yuehua's reproach. He knew he truly had not done his best.
"All right, it's too late to say anything now. We need to find a way to help Wuxia recover." Madam Yuehua turned a concerned gaze on Ye Wuxia. "Wuxia, you must be strong. Our whole family will support you through this difficult time."
Ye Wuxia raised her head, a resolute light shining in her eyes. "Mother, thank you. I'll be strong."
Seeing life return to her daughter's eyes, Madam Yuehua felt a trace of relief. She knew her daughter would surely make it through this ordeal.
At that moment, Ke Xialing also came over and gently took Ye Wuxia's hand. "Sister Wuxia, don't be sad. Just stay home and nurse yourself back to health. Brother Dalong and I will keep you company. Once you've recovered, you can have another child."
Li Dalong stood to one side, silently watching them, and made a private resolution: he still cared too little for them.
This time, he really had been too careless and had failed to look after them properly. From now on, no matter what, he would protect his family from any further harm!
Ke Xialing and Madam Yuehua kept Ye Wuxia company, talking with her.
"Ugh!"
Suddenly, waves of nausea surged from the pit of Ke Xialing's stomach into her throat, forcing her to rush out of the room and retch violently toward the ground. Only after her stomach was empty did that river-churning, sea-tossing sensation subside a little.
Ke Xialing's sudden behavior startled the others, and Li Dalong and Madam Yuehua abruptly realized what was happening.
It was morning sickness!
Madam Yuehua realized Ke Xialing was pregnant.
Li Dalong hurried out after her and gently held her, patting her back