Beyond the Divorce

No one answered my question, and nobody seemed to know. This left me somewhat disappointed.

Yvette from our dormitory was the one who broke the silence, saying, "Since we left, she went back to her hometown. If you don't have her contact information, the rest of us won't have it either. We also lost contact with Judy from our dormitory. They probably aren't in Foswood."

A guy named Theo added, "I heard Beatrice has her own business, so she might have gone back to manage her own company."

Just then, the dishes started arriving. The waitstaff entered, beginning to serve dish after dish. The aroma of the food wafted through the private room.

To my surprise, Ivanna suddenly rushed out with her mouth covered.

I was puzzled and quickly followed her. In the restroom, she started vomiting again. There was something odd about this. It didn't seem like a stomach issue. "Ivanna, let me take you to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow," I said while patting her back. "Are you sure it's just a stomach problem?"

She looked at me with a hint of skepticism in her eyes, as if she had understood the underlying meaning of my words.

"How long has it been since your last period?" I asked.

Her face turned even paler. Looking at me, she murmured, "N-No way..."

"What's there to be surprised about?" I remarked, watching Ivanna.

head, touching her

didn't know whether Ivanna's being pregnant at

aback. She stayed silent and did not

to console her, "Let's check tomorrow before jumping to conclusions. Don't think

the tension, we returned to the private room. Michelle seized the opportunity to attack,

immediately glanced at others, and quite a

talk about me, but I felt displeased when she talked about Ivanna. Just as I was about to speak up, Ivanna

looked at Michelle and

so strange about it?

who treat abortion with the

carefree look, intentionally rubbing her stomach. "My baby's dad will own up to it. You don't have

everyone joined in teasing Ivanna, asking about

decent job. He doesn't like meeting people. Spare me.

at you, being modest again! Even an ugly son-in-law still needs to meet her in-laws! Not having a job isn't a big deal." Michelle laughed, apparently feeling quite

this point, I honestly found it