"Oh, I'll pour it for you!"
Ingrid squinted at her and asked, "Did you just call Rex?"
Sheila asked hesitantly, "Did you hear that?"
"No, I'm just guessing."
Sheila was speechless. Guess? Who could have seen this coming?
She smiled and said, "Actually, I just wanted to let you know that Mr. Quentin seems to be having stomach pains again. I think he was very uncomfortable, so I called Rex and asked him to pick up Mr. Quentin. It's very dangerous to stay in the car in bad weather! If he dies, my godson will lose his father."
Ingrid didn't say anything about that.
Sheila saw that Ingrid didn't object, so she continued, "Ingrid, Mr. Quentin is the father of your baby. Please let him rest downstairs for a while. It will be at least an hour and a half before Rex arrives..."
"I see," Ingr
