Ariana hesitated.

"My friend is also pregnant. Do you think she should get an abortion?"

Betsy thought about it calmly.

“If she's planning to get a divorce, she shouldn't keep the baby. It's hard to raise a child as a single mother."

Ariana fell silent.

There was a sudden pounding on the table, and Sarah, now very drunk, stood up and shouted, “No! No abortion! Alina is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Moved by this, Ariana touched her belly with one hand. There was a faint echo of a heartbeat inside her belly.

This baby was her own flesh and blood.

“Sarah, you're drunk. Sit down." Betsy rushed over to Sarah and guided her back to her chair. The two began to play rock paper scissors.

After dinner, Ariana and Betsy took Sarah back to their hotel, and booked her a room.

It was clear that Betsy had an incredible capacity for alcohol.

Despite drinking a lot, she hadn't got drunk. She stayed to look after Sarah, and Ariana went back to her own room. On the way, she considered what Sarah had said. The more she did, the more she found herself agreeing.

"What a playboy! A wife and a mistress! The bastard!" she muttered to herself.

She felt much better after cursing, but when she turned the corner, she was faced with the man who was the subject of her cursing.

“Who were you cursing just now, Ariana?"

“No, I wasn't cursing anyone," Ariana said, feeling flustered that she had been caught berating Theodore behind his back.

He raised his eyebrows at her dubiously, and looked her up and down. This made her feel incredibly nervous.

Casting her mind back, she wondered if she had said his name as she cursed. Thankfully, she hadn't.

Sighing, she forced a smile and said, “I watched this soap opera last night. The hero was so bad that I couldn't help cursing about him."

Worried he would ask more questions, Ariana quickly changed the subject.