EIGHTEEN

Mila rubs her face roughly, feeling the thick tension that makes her body suddenly feel cold and her stomach churns nauseous. Her head was down on the bathroom floor and her hands gripped the rim of the sink tightly. She tried to deny everything she had just discovered. The chilling fact that she is pregnant with Ezra Carlos's baby.

"This is not possible. This can't be happening," she muttered hoarsely as she covered her mouth. Sobs threatened to escape her lips. But she couldn't make a scene in the bathroom if she didn't want Ezra or Felix to find her in this condition.

The three testpacks she had just tried both showed two red lines which were damn horrible. She wanted to disbelieve them all, but the facts were too hard to dispute. What's more, she was late getting her period this month. There was no denying that she was carrying Ezra's baby.

Dug dug dug

“Mila? We must leave now."

Mila gasped in surprise at the sound of a knock on her bathroom door. Ezra's hoarse, gruff voice ec