She looked wide-eyed and innocent like she had no idea what she was doing.
My expression went cold as I asked her, "Who told you that?"
Jenna's smile froze, and she glanced nervously at Brandon. "Did I say something wrong again?"
Brandon patted her on the head and turned to me, his tone icy. "Sylvia, it's just a glass of wine. Don't make a big deal out of it."
A chill crept through me. Meeting his indifferent gaze, I forced a smile and spoke clearly. "Mr. Louis, I can't drink. Because I'm pregnant."
Everyone at the table froze.
Jenna was the first to recover. She quickly masked the look in her eyes, standing up to raise her glass to me. "Congratulations, Sylvia!"
As she brought the glass to her lips, Brandon immediately stopped her. "Jen, you're pregnant too. No drinking."
For once, Jenna didn't listen. "No, I have to! Ever since I joined the company, I've upset Sylvia so many times. This drink is my apology!"
She grew more emotional with each word, tilting her head back and downing the wine in one go. Her face flushed red instantly, and she started coughing violently, tears welling up in her eyes.