"Honey, we need to get to the hospital quickly. I don't want anything bad to happen to our child," requested Lyka after sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Lower your voice, I don't want anyone else to hear, especially Delia," replied Harry, watching the bedroom door.
"I'm sure, Honey, this stomachache is caused by Auntie Yara. Just now, she looked nervous when I accused her in front of you all." Lyka grumbled in frustration.
"Enough, Lyka, don't accuse Auntie Yara again. How's your stomach now, still hurting?" Harry gently stroked Lyka's stomach.
"A little. I'm tired, Honey, going in and out of the toilet," she complained while leaning on Harry's shoulder.
"Alright then. Let's go to the hospital now.
I also don't want anything to happen to your pregnancy. I hope our child is okay, don'
