“What….?”
The glass of water slipped off from Mira's grasp, crashing heavily on the tiled floor —the shards scattering around the room.
She had returned a few minutes ago, but stopped at the entrance when she saw Sheila was on call. She was quick to detect who she was speaking with, hence why she had halted.
But hearing Arthur's last words, she couldn't control her shock. The glass has slipped effortlessly from her grip.
“Sheila….”
A beep.
Then the call got disconnected even before Sheila could utter more words.
Mira took long strides towards Sheila, eyes still wide in shock.
“That’s some kind of shitty joke, pregnant?” Mira snorted, displeased.
Sheila turned slowly, face pale with shock and confusion.
“I think Arthur finds it thrilling to torture my life,” Sheila snarled with a
