Halle sat on the bed, pale. She was holding a glass of water in her hand, but her lips were dry.
Halle tried hard to pretend to be happy when she saw Hilla, but she failed. "You are back, Hilla. Have you had dinner?"
Halle tried to talk gently. Hilla stepped forward and held Halle's hand. They were wet and cold and they were also trembling.
"What's up?"
Hilla looked at Halle's belly subconsciously and it was still there. Hilla let out a sigh of relief but she still frowned.
Although Halle looked weak, she wasn't timid. What could scare her like this?
"Didn't you go to the doctor today? Where is Horton?"
Hilla looked around. She wanted to find Horton and beat him up.
Halle went to the doctor with Horton. How did he take care of Halle?
It was not his child, so Horton didn't take care at all.
Hilla was regretful. She shouldn't have set them together. Like Halle had once said, they could take care of each other and live well.
"Dr. Hutt is in the kitchen."
