Amy waited for a long time in the bathroom before she mustered the courage to go out. She saw a maid, who was taking a cup of coffee toward Charles’ study, and stopped her. She took over the cup from her and said, “Leave it to me, I’ll deliver it to Mr. Fontbona.”
Amy knocked on the door lightly.
“Who is it?” A frosty voice said.
“Mr. Fontbona, it’s me, Amy.”
“Come in.” His voice softened very slightly when he knew that it was Amy.
Amy walked nervously into the study, placed the cup of coffee on the table, and said, “Here’s your coffee, Mr. Fontbona.”
Charles looked up leisurely and said, “You rarely come to the study. Is there anything you need of me?”
Amy thought about the fetus within her but instead of telling the truth, she sat on the sofa next to Charles and asked, “Have you e
