Chapter 77

Third-person's POV Around eight in the morning, Elyana woke up and noticed that Felicity was no longer by her side. She tried to call him out, thinking he was in the bathroom, but no one answered. Elyana dashed into the bathroom, dizzy and nauseous. She forced herself to reach, even though the whole environment seemed to be spinning. Her morning sickness again and even how much she struggled with her pregnancy symptoms, would be all worth it for her. She kneeled in front of the toilet bowl; both arms were on the lip so she had balance. She seemed to be hugging it but she didn't care because those were clean and smelling well. She remained kneeling for a few minutes until she regained some strength, but she knew she already needed help. Elyana wanted to return to her bed. She considered calling one of the servants, but she did not want them to see her in that state. She already told them not to disturb her during those times because she wanted to rest, but the real reason was, that she didn't want them to see her struggles because she was certain there would be someone to report to her parents. "F-Felicity," she murmured, hoping her best friend would hear her. Her eyes were slightly closed and her head was resting on one arm that was still on the lip of the toilet bowl. "W-where are you, Bakla?" she weakly asked and the matchmaker seemed to feel some urge to return to the guestroom while he was in the kitchen. checking the food the servants were preparing for Elyana. "I will check her now. Maybe she's awake," he told the servants before leaving. Right when he entered the room, he searched for Elyana. She was not on the bed so he immediately thought she was inside the restroom because the door was left wide open and the lights were on. "Ellie—" He was stunned to see her on the floor. Felicity immediately joined her to check on her. "Hey?" He lifted slowly and brushed off the strands of Elyana's hair covering her face that was wet with sweat. There was a weird smell because of the unflushed vomit still on the toilet bowl; however, the matchmaker didn't care. He managed to carry Elyana back to the bed. He took a towel and damped it with water to clean the weak pregnant woman before tucking her into bed. "Sleep tight," Felicity uttered with softness and concern. Elyana was half awake at the time, but her weak body and seemingly malfunctioning mind led her to believe she was dreaming. She fell into a deep sleep after that, and woke up with foggy thoughts. Felicity was already in his office when she woke up. She went down to the dining area with a growling stomach and was surprised to see so much healthy food when the servants placed everything they had prepared on the table. While Elyana was enjoying the food, Felicity's mind started bugging him. His thoughts were left in the mansion, wondering if Elyana was already feeling well or if she had already eaten at that time. "Is she okay now?" he asked on the air. He grabbed his phone, which was right on his office desk. He had already unlocked it and considered dialing the number of anyone he could ask about Elyana in the mansion. "Maybe she is fine," he said, letting go of the cell phone he was holding. He leaned back in his swivel chair, looking up at the ceiling. He thought of confessing what he did, but he was scared of the possible outcome. 'What if she gets mad? What if she cursed me to death? But what if she would be thankful I saved her from future problems?' His mind and conscience were fighting. From what he observed, Elyana was already content that she had a baby growing inside her while knowing Quintin was the father. He knew about the contract the two agreed upon before the day of the donation and he had no issues with what was written in it. The biggest problem for him alone was the donor. 'In all people, why that guy?' he asked that day. It was just great timing; their schedule was early and the clinic was not that far from his office. He made it on time. What happened that day was still fresh in his mind. The overflowing small cup was filled with what Elyana needed that day. He was too ashamed when he passed it to Quintin, who had been waiting for him to finish outside the cubicle. He didn't imagine even his eagerness to help that day would give Elyana what she had been wanting. There was a slight regret deep inside him, but seeing how much his best friend wanted to have a child put him into deep thinking. He brushed off his thoughts and went back to work. The child was already there and he had nothing to do with it anymore, but he was the father. No matter which angle he looked at it, the child was his blood and flesh. Felicity tried distracting his mind with the files on his desk he needed to sort. From time to time, Elyana would cross his mind, but he would immediately erase her from his mind to focus. On the lunch break, he went to the restroom to prepare before going out; however, right at the time, he saw his reflection in the mirror, and a bitter smile formed on the corner of his lips. "Look at you," he murmured with a sense of self-reproach. "Look at yourself," he repeated. This time, the expression on his face changed and was filled with pity. Not for himself, but for a child currently in the womb of his best friend. He approached the large mirror to look closely at his face. "You're undeserving to be a father. What will your child say when he finds out that you are his father?" He closed his eyes after asking that question. Felicity took a deep breath and let the air out forcefully. What he got from his father the day he found out he was gay suddenly flashed back. "You're a disgrace to this family!" Every word was like daggers. It had been a long year and his father was already gone, but the effect every time he remembers it is still the same. Heartbreaking as it was, especially since he didn't get any acceptance from his father even at the last moment of his life. At that moment, what he was afraid of was whether his child would accept him one day. He knew it was too early to worry about that but he couldn't help it. He just can't.