Josiah paused and said, "Well, perhaps you have been neglecting your health for the past two months. I'll prescribe you some medicine for rejuvenation. Take them on time and don't overwork yourself."
I agreed, then leaned on the table weakly and said very distraughtly, "If I had known how hard it was to be a mom, I wouldn't have gotten pregnant!"
A faint chuckle came from the other end of the phone. "Stop making a mountain out of a molehill! I'll go with you on a business trip and look after you."
Stunned for a moment, I replied with some embarrassment, "Is this the only reason you're going with me, or..."
"Don't overthink it. I have things to do too."
I wonder...
"Okay, let's keep in touch!" I said, feeling a little relieved. Josiah was a good friend and also a prudent man who kept his promises.
I hung up after that and sprawled wearily on the table, thinking that I had been carrying the baby for two months.
I had planned to divorce Hendrix and leave Ucrebury after settling the company's affairs, but things did not go as planned. I was stumped at the current situation.
If Hendrix truly loved the child, staying would be an option. As for Andrea's existence, I had already endured it for two years. How much worse could it be, particularly when I would be accompanied by a child?
Compared to having my child grow up fatherless, this little grievance amounted to nothing.
However, the higher the pressure in a boiler, the more violently it explodes.
The forecasted weather for the next few days were thunderstorms, and floods were to be expected. As such, to fulfill the company's corporate social responsibility, we had to let employees get off work early.
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