"Here's the thing, our Skye doesn't want to give birth. Dylan Wellington, that kind of playboy, who would want to have his child... I'm telling you to be careful, be careful not to let my husband find out about this..."
"Yes, he's Mr. Wellington's friend. It would be fine if he told Mr. Wellington. Abortion is one thing, but the pregnant woman's nutrition must be kept up. I'm just asking you to ensure Miss Brown's nutrition, not the child's..."
After that, they said a few more disjointed sentences, but Mrs. Johnson couldn't listen to any of it anymore.
All her attention was focused on those few words Lily had just said.
Mrs. Johnson could hardly believe it.
Skye, that woman Skye, she... she's actually pregnant!
...
Meanwhile, Lily had just hung up the phone, sipped her coffee lightly,
when suddenly a voice full of shock and uncertainty came from behind: "You... Mrs. Lucas... what did you just say? Skye, she, she's pregnant with our Ian's child, is it true?"
