Ethan kept a protective hand on Sophia's lower back as they descended the stairs.

Sophia chuckled helplessly. "I'm just pregnant, not made of porcelain."

His expression remained serious. "Allow me to be nervous—it's my first time becoming a father."

The dining room was filled with savory aromas.

Maggie set down the final dish and wiped her hands. "Madam, Mr. Sullivan specially requested all these dishes for you."

Sophia's heart warmed at the sight of the lavish spread.

Ethan had already picked up a spoon, bringing a mouthful of congee to her lips.

"I can feed myself," Sophia said, reaching for the utensil.

He deftly avoided her hand. "Let me take care of you."

Maggie stood nearby, her eyes glistening.

She remembered her own pregnancy—when her husband wouldn't even fetch her a glass of water.

The contrast was...

Sophia's cheeks flushed as Ethan continued feeding her.

Suddenly, he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers.

"Sweet?" he murmured.

Sophia smiled. "Very."

Before leaving, Ethan mentioned Jack's wife.

"Let's gift them two sets of baby clothes."

Sophia nodded. "I'll get them."

But Ethan was already striding toward the cabinet, retrieving two elegant gift boxes—the ones Kyle had sent.

Sophia's gaze flickered, but she remained silent.

At Vincent's Porcelain, Vincent Grandelle rubbed his hands together excitedly upon hearing Sophia's news.

"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!"

Ethan's expression turned stern. "She's not to touch cold water."

Vincent nodded vigorously. "Of course, of course."

The moment Ethan left, Vincent's face paled.

"That day in the water..." His voice trembled. "Thank heavens nothing happened."

Just as Sophia was about to reassure him, the glass door burst open.

Isabella Valentine stormed in, fury radiating from her.

"Sophia!" She lunged forward to shove her.

Vincent swiftly blocked her path. "She's pregnant!"

Isabella shrieked, "She shoved me into a toilet yesterday!"

Vincent turned to Sophia for explanation.

"She insulted me and my family first," Sophia said calmly.

Vincent sighed deeply. "Consider it even. Let it go."

Isabella's entire body shook with rage.

"You're all biased!" She slammed the door behind her as she fled.

Inside her car, Isabella dialed a number and immediately burst into tears. "Grandmother, everyone's bullying me..."