Crippling loneliness
"I don't think that what you’re doing makes any sense at all, Carol," Donald said worriedly, looking at his daughter, who averted her gaze and tried in vain to stop the tears welling up in her expressive blue eyes.
"Why do you say that, dad?" Carol asked him, wiping away her tears.
"Well, maybe because you're pregnant and you choose to slave away at doing a regular job instead of taking proper care of yourself."
"A lot of pregnant women work at regular jobs, dad."
"I know that, but not a lot of them have huge lumps of money lying in their bank accounts untouched, while they look malnourished. Why are you punishing yourself this way, my dear? I mean, it's only been one month since you left Sebastian. In that one month, you've become almost as thin as that girl Jessica, whom we do not like at all."
At this, Carol burst out laughing, despite herself. Her father was acting like a gossipy teenage girl.