After sending the message, Sarah stood up. "Caroline will definitely detest Eric now! Darling, can I leave?"
"Of course you can. But I asked the waiter for a glass of milk for you. Drink it before you go. Milk is rich in calcium, good for the baby!" Feyman said, offering the glass with feigned tenderness.
A sweet smile spread across Sarah's face as she dutifully gulped down the warm milk.
Soon, she felt a sudden, deep ache in her lower abdomen. Gently pressing on her belly with a growing unease, she looked towards Feyman. "Darling, why does my stomach hurt a bit?"
Feyman's laugh emerged, but his eyes smoldered with a sinister glint.
He rose to his feet and advanced step by step towards Sarah. "Dear Sarah, tell me, how could your friend possibly believe her husband is having
