"If you're feeling unwell, don't speak for now. Let's take it slow, I'll take you to the hospital right away." Evelyn Sherman took out a tissue from her bag and handed it to her before turning to hail a car.
"Evelyn, I don't want to go..."
"You've already thrown up several times, and you still don't want to go to the hospital, you..." Evelyn's words came to an abrupt halt, stunned.
Turning her head to glance at the pale-faced Ella Jackson, she opened her mouth in disbelief.
"Ella, you're not...pregnant, are you?"
"..." Ella's body suddenly trembled!
From her cheeks' pale complexion, the color drained, she looked frightening, like a piece of white paper.
Grabbing Evelyn's hand, she suddenly tightened her grip, "No, I just overate."
"Overeating can happen once, but how many times for you? When did this start?" Evelyn recalled Ella's reaction in the private room, the girl's guilty look, and became furious.