"Don't need you to manage?" Purple Summers scoffed, "You think I want to be involved? Now you're using my party as a cover for your kidnapping. If this gets out, what will people think? They'll assume I'm in cahoots with you!"
No matter how distant their actual relationship was, they both bore the Summers surname. One's honor was the other's honor; one's disgrace was the other's disgrace. If the word got out about Yolanda Summers getting pregnant before marriage, it would cast a shadow over Purple Summers's reputation as well.
"What do you plan to do?" Purple Summers asked her.
Yolanda bit her lip and responded, "I'm planning to go to the countryside. I heard there's a midwife there... with an abortion recipe in hand."
Purple Summers frowned, "Have you lost your mind? If you don't handle this properly, you could either die or end up seriously ill!"