Just then, my phone screen lit up with a text message.
*Ms. Delgado, this is Dr. Fox. Your latest test results show some abnormalities. We recommend you come to the hospital immediately for a detailed re-examination. This concerns the health of the fetus.*
I stared at the words *health of the fetus*.
My blood ran cold.
Grabbing my coat, I rushed out of the room.
In the living room, Simon sat on the sofa, surrounded by a haze of cigarette smoke.
Seeing me in a panic, he stood up immediately.
"It's late. Where are you going?"
I ignored him and headed for the door.
He chased after me, grabbing my arm.
"I asked you where you're going!"
"Let go!"
I struggled, but his grip was iron.
"Jasmine, what exactly are you trying to do?!"
"Just because I didn't agree to your demands, you're going out? Are you going to cheat on me?!"
His eyes were bloodshot, filled with humiliation and something close to madness.
I looked at him, and the absurdity of it all nearly made me laugh.
I unlocked my phone, pulled up the call log, and shoved the contact labeled "Dr. Freya Fox" in his face.
"Look closely at who I am going to see."
He froze.
"Jasmine, you... are you sick?"
I didn't answer. I wrenched my hand free.