Chapter 7 Taking Pills Is Safer

"Of course I did. Now that her grandchild was gone, wouldn't she want to know?" he replied.

I anxiously held his hand and said, "But I'm afraid she'll look down on me and think I'm the kind of girl who lacks self-respect."

His expression softened slightly, and he reassured me, saying, "Don't worry. The child is mine. She won't look down on you."

And so, I followed his advice once again, consuming millet porridge and eggs daily for two weeks.

When I returned to school, my classmates were taken aback by my gaunt and pallid appearance.

But I couldn't tell them the reason, fearing I would be ridiculed. Instead, I explained that I had suffered a relapse of pneumonia and had been struggling with my appetite.

"Where was Edwin? Wasn't he taking care of you?" one of my roommates asked indignantly.

In their eyes, if a girl was sick and not properly cared for, it meant her boyfriend wasn't doing his duty.

I had no choice but to defend him, saying, "He took care of me. It's just that I'm too weak.