Chloe rarely cooked, usually leaving the food preparation to Helen. But ever since she’d learned of Ethan’s stomach condition, she had taken to waking early after his social engagements to prepare a special tonic for him. Just one serving was enough to soothe the worst of his discomfort.
Helen blinked in surprise. “A stomach tonic? Ms. Miller didn’t make one. She normally just gives me the recipe she develops based on your condition. I wouldn't