Deirdre wrinkled her nose at the smell of the rice porridge. It was infused with a strong herbal scent as if it had been mixed with traditional holistic medicine.

The porridge and the herbs were blended together, making it seem like a dark and unappetizing dish.

"I'm not eating this," Deirdre declared, pushing the bowl away.

She wasn't about to fall for Emily's trap.

Emily had criticized her for eating greasy and salty food for a long time, but why didn't she say anything at the beginning?

It was obviously just a way to take out Emily's frustration on her.

"Miss McKinnon…" Emily looked hesitant. "You're pregnant right now, and being picky won't do you any good."

Brendan also noticed something odd and spoke softly to Deirdre. "Dee, don't be stubborn. You really should listen to Miss Collins. Eat the porridge, and I'll make you something more suitable to eat tomorrow."

Deirdre turned her head, considering if she was being stubborn.

Emily was just trying to create a rift betwe