Evelyn felt the medicine packet in her hand as hot as fire, so scalding that she wished she could immediately throw it away. But this was the same packet she had discarded before, only to retrieve it again. She couldn’t bring herself to truly dispose of it; she couldn’t make a choice; she truly didn’t know what to do.


    Thinking about Isabe’s innocence, her daydreams about the child’s future, unaware of the impending danger, and Isabe’s unwavering kindness towards her, buying her gifts, having Lilly make her favorite foods, always caring for her, consoling her when she was down. Isabe was like an angel, so wonderful.


    Isabe had also prepared so much for her unborn daughter. If she destroyed it… if she truly destroyed it… she would live in perpetual anxiety, her conscience tormenting her, consigning her to hell.


    Tears streamed down Evelyn’s face as she pondered how to choose. Both options were excruciating for her; no matter which she chose, she would feel guilty toward the other party. Her parents were innocent, and so was Isabe. The only malicious, devilish person was William!


    Thinking of this, Evelyn wiped her tears, got up from the bed, and messaged William, “William, I can’t do it. Isabe is my best friend. She’s been so good to me. I just can’t.”


    “Evelyn, think about your parents.”


    “I’m truly in agony right now. How about I go and end my life? I’llmit suicide, and you spare my parents and Isabe, okay?”


    Evelyn sent the message, but William didn’t reply.


    Gritting her teeth, Evelyn took a deep breath. In reality, she was gambling, wanting to see if William had anypassion left, if he would relent.


    After a while, William replied, “Evelyn, you must not die. If youmit suicide withoutpleting the task I assigned you, that’s fine. I will immediately shoot your parents. Perhaps then, your souls can meet after your deaths.”


    Reading William’s words, anger ignited within Evelyn. She wished she could turn into a bullet right at that moment and send William straight to hell.


    How could William be so heartless? Even if he didn’t love her, even if he initially just used her, they had been together for months, and she had genuinely put in so much effort. Did he not have an ounce ofpanionship toward her?


    She had chosen to die, and still, he wouldn’t let her go!


    Evelyn trembled with rage, but she felt so powerless against William.


    Just then, William sent a photo to Evelyn. In the photo, her parents were at home-the mother bustling in the kitchen, the father sitting in a chair reading the newspaper-both looking content. The angle seemed to be from the window of their adjacent house. Her parents seemed unaware of being photographed.


    There was another photo, taken from beside the staircase. When William saw this photo, he couldn’t help but exim in surprise.


    Oh God, William’s people had been constantly around her parents? And her parents didn’t know?


    What was she to do? She couldn’t call her parents about all this; William was eavesdropping on their calls. She couldn’t dare tell Isabe and the others now. Did she really only have to heed William’s words and make her choice?


    Looking at the packet of medicine in her hand, Evelyn’s hand uncontrobly trembled. Inside was white powder. She opened it, bringing it close to her nose to smell. It had a typical medicinal scent, and she had no idea what it contained.


    Would it truly only harm Isabe’s child and not Isabe herself? Even so, Evelyn’s heart remained uneasy. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. Harming Isabe’s child was tantamount to harming Isabe, wasn’t it?


    She, who had always envisioned bing the child’s godmother, guiding and nurturing her to be ady, ensuring her healthy and joyful growth. And now, she was to be a murderer, to kill this child.


    Thinking this, Evelyn felt as though her heart was being clenched by an invisible hand, causing her pain, suffocation, as if she were being engulfed by a dark world, surrounded by sorrow and fear.


    She desperately wanted to climb out of this dark world, to embrace the light, but she found she couldn’t.


    At that moment, Evelyn suddenly heard a scream from the next room.


    Isabe had just woken up from a nap, feelingzy but exceptionally spirited. Her belly had already begun to swell. Isabe couldn’t help but touch her belly, feeling the marvel of it. She had to be mindful of her sleeping position, fearing she might inadvertently press on her belly.


    As she got up, stretchingzily, preparing to exercise with Elisa, unable to go for a walk due to the necessity of maintaining a healthy body through exercise.


    However, as Isabe prepared to leave, she suddenly felt a slight movement in her belly, subtle but discernible. She paused, as if carefully savoring the sensation, then couldn’t help but cry out-a joyful exmation.


    Elisa immediately looked at Isabe. “Isabe, what’s wrong? Do you feel unwell?”


    Though she had never been pregnant, Elisa had heard that pregnant women often felt ufortable; there was always some ache or pain somewhere.


    Hearing Isabe’s scream, Elisa immediately looked at her with concern.


    Isabe shook her head. “No, I’m not feeling unwell, Elisa. I felt it, I felt my daughter kicking in my belly.”N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    Ah, she had read a lot about pregnancy, knowing that at fourteen weeks, pregnant women could start feeling the baby move. Now, she was almost at that point. She finally felt it-the feeling of a gentle kick, the sensation of the child’s activity in her belly, the vitality pulsating through her, moving her to tears.


    Elisa hesitated, then ced her hand on Isabe’s belly, but she couldn’t feel anything. Nevertheless, she smiled and said to Isabe, “Congrattions, Isabe. This proves that your child is healthy and full of life. Before long, you’ll be able to meet.”


    Isabe nodded.


    “Let’s go do some yoga now. We must consistently exercise to ensure a smooth delivery when the timees,” Isabe said.


    “Alright, Isabe, I’ll guide you and keep an eye on you,” Elisa smiled.


    As Isabe stepped out of the room, she saw Evelyn standing at the door.


    “Evelyn, what’s wrong?” Isabe asked. “You just screamed. Is everything okay?”


    Her scream had been loud; even in the adjacent room, Evelyn had heard it.