A flicker of something unreadable passed through Daniel’s eyes.
Donna looked like she wanted to keep talking, but Mrs. Chambers cut her off with a booming voice, practically throwing her out of the room. Her commanding presence left Donna and Eleanor scrambling to gather their things and leave in a hurry.
The hospital room finally settled into silence.
Mrs. Chambers shot Daniel a glare, though, after a moment’s thought, she remembered how level-headed he’d been during her divorce from Brian—he hadn’t taken sides, nor had he abandoned her. The memory softened her anger a little.
She started giving instructions. “Nora’s pregnant now; it’s not right for her to be running around the hospital to take care of you. I’ll have one of the housekeepers come over.”
Daniel nodded, his tone calm. “I understand.”
He’d never expected Nora to take care of him. All he’d wanted was some sign that she cared. So far, he hadn’t seen even that. In truth, the only reason he’d called for Nora was to have Will drive her home.
Mrs. Chambers seemed satisfied enough with that. After giving Will a few more directions, she left with Nora in tow.
On the drive back, Mrs. Chambers brought up Nora’s design studio.
“You’re carrying Dan’s child, and you’re well into your pregnancy now. It’s time to put work on pause,” Mrs. Chambers said, her tone cool and matter-of-fact. “Or at least hire someone qualified to manage things for you.”
Nora didn’t reply. She knew perfectly well that Mrs. Chambers only looked out for her because of the baby she was carrying. Or maybe, after everything with Brian, Mrs. Chambers had simply stopped caring as much. Deep down, Nora was certain that her mother-in-law had never truly liked her.
She’d always been realistic about that.
So there was no way she’d let her pregnancy destroy the career she’d just started to build.
“The studio’s in good hands. I’m not busy,” Nora said quietly.
Mrs. Chambers wasn’t happy with that answer. “Nora, you’re Daniel’s wife now. You should focus on being a good partner to him—support him, take care of the family.”
She couldn’t help letting her resentment slip through. “If you hadn’t insisted he go see Eleanor, the accident never would’ve happened in the first place.”
The rest of the ride passed in angry silence. By the time they pulled up to North Manor, Mrs. Chambers’ chest ached with frustration.
Once inside, Mrs. Chambers told Nora to pack up Daniel’s things to bring to the hospital.
Nora started up the stairs but stopped at the first step. “I’m not feeling well. I can’t.”
Mrs. Chambers was left speechless.
In the end, she had to instruct one of the housekeepers to do it instead. Nora didn’t show her face again.
Mrs. Chambers felt thoroughly disgruntled. The more she thought about Nora’s pregnancy, the more she pitied Daniel. Even at the hospital, her mood hadn’t improved.
“Nora, honestly,” she grumbled, “I offered to find a professional manager for her studio, but she refused. She insists on working every day—doesn’t even know how to enjoy a comfortable life.”
Daniel’s expression grew stern. “Mom, leave her things alone. Let her do what she wants.”

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