Chapter 0128 HannahC0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.


    It was quiet as Iid in bed, the roompletely dark save for thest bit of sunlight peeking through the curtains. I pressed the cool washcloth a bit harder against my aching forehead, yearning for relief.


    My hand ran up and down across my belly as Iid there-at least my baby wasn''t hurt. I had only hit my head when I fell.


    Only, I thought to myself with a snort. It was still bad enough that I had hit my head.


    And my husband was still nowhere to be found.


    "Luna Hannah?" a soft voice pulled me out of my reverie. I cracked my eyes open to see none other than my maid, Ana, poking her head through the door.


    "Ana," I croaked out, sitting up a little further. "Please,e in."


    Ana walked into the room with a tray in her hands; upon closer inspection, it contained some toast with jam and a cup of tea, as well as some more painkillers. Instantly, I felt my stomach grumble. That nagging little eating disorder voice in the back of my mind still wanted me to starve, but I wouldn''t listen to it. Not today, at least.


    "Here," Ana said gently as she set the tray down on the edge of the bed. "This will give you some strength."


    "Thank you, Ana," I said, setting aside the cool washcloth. I picked up the toast and nibbled at a corner, instantly feeling a bit better just from the taste of the sugary orange marmde on my tongue.


    As I nibbled, Ana walked around the room, fussing with various things. I watched quietly as she stoked the fire, cracked open the windows, shook out the throw nkets.


    But as I watched, I couldn''t help but think about thest time I had spoken to her-back when she had fallen ill. I hadn''t seen her since then, and thest words I remembered her speaking were in regards to my diet pills.


    The pills that were secretlyced with a contraceptive.


    "Ana?" I asked, clearing my throat.


    "Yes, Luna?" She turned to face me, and when I patted the spot on the bed next to me, she hesitated in mild shock for a moment before crossing the room and taking a tentative seat. "Is everything okay?"


    I nodded, then paused, trying to figure out how to frame the issue without making her feel threatened. Finally, I decided to just be direct and hope for the best.


    "I keep thinking about what you said about my diet pills thest time we spoke," I said. "About how... they''re not what I think they are. Something along those lines."


    Ana nched visibly and opened her mouth to speak, but I stopped her with a raised hand. "I''m not scolding you, Ana," I assured her. "But I had those pills taken to the apothecary, and they were found to have abortion contraceptives in them. Do you know anything about that?"


    The mousey maid''s eyes widened into saucers. Her lower lip began to quiver and she moved to get up,


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    but I stopped her again, this time by cing my hand on her arm.


    "I''m not using you of anything. I just want to know how you knew that something was wrong."


    For several long moments, Ana simply stared at me in shock, her mouth opening and closing quite a few times. I watched as her eyes darted over to the door on more than one asion, clearly trying to decide if she should make a run for it. But I simply waited patiently, never removing my hand from her arm.


    Besides, if she tried to run, then I would hold onto her. I needed the truth.


    Finally, rather than running, she swallowed hard and lowered her gaze to her hands in herp.


    "A few months back, I..." She paused, clenching her jaw. "I took some of your pills. To lose weight."


    I raised an eyebrow. "You did?" I asked, my eyes wandering my maid. She was beautiful-petite and healthy-looking with a curvaceous body and a cute, sweet face. She looked like something out of a Renaissance painting. "You don''t need to lose weight, Ana."