When Cynthia woke up, she found that Andrew had already left.
She barely stood up, washed herself briefly, and opened the drawer to look for the medicine bottle.
She took out a pill out of habit and put it in her mouth, and suddenly found that the taste was not right.
It was sour and sweet, not like the birth control pills she had taken before, but more like vitamin.
She took the bottle downstairs to find the servant. "Who changed my medicine?"
The servant looked at it and smiled as if she had suddenly realized something. "I was wondering why Mr. Stewart rummaged through the boxes and cabinets this morning and cleaned up all the medicine boxes!"
"What do you mean?"
"Mr. Stewart must have changed your medicine!"
Cynthia's heart sank.
"Mrs. Stewart, taking too many birth control pil
