Perhaps he was trying to make me sick. Maybe the soup was the reason I had been constantly tired over the past few weeks.
Perhaps the medical center receipt wasn’t connected to me at all, and he was planning with someone else to get rid of me.
On the third day, the laboratory called.
“Mrs. Carter?”
“Yes.”
“We need to discuss the sample you brought us in person. Can you come in today?”
My hands immediately turned cold. At the laboratory, a doctor asked me to sit down and placed several sheets of paper on
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“We didn’t find any poisonous substances or sedatives,” he said.
I breathed a sigh of relief, but he continued.
“However, the soup contains unusually high amounts of iron, folic acid, vitamin B12, and several natural herbal supplements.
They are typically used to help the body recover from severe anemia.”
“But I don’t have anemia.”
The doctor looked at my face carefully.
“Are you certain? You don’t look well. I strongly recommend having a blood test today.”
I agreed. An hour later, the doctor returned with a completely different expression.
“Your hemoglobin level is dangerously low. And there’s something else… You’re pregnant. About seven weeks along.”
I froze.
