Eve held her stomach and stepped out of the house, sighing heavily. The nausea kept increasing. She threw up more than twenty times yesterday, and the Stewardess's worry increased with each passing moment. 

Not a moment went by without Elena urging her to go to the hospital. 

"Where are you off to, Madam?" Elena met her in the doorway. "You're sick, Madam. You're not thinking of going to work, right?"

Eve squinted her eyes at the sun before looking at the woman. "Erhm, it's almost afternoon. I wouldn't go to work at this time of the day."

"Are you sure, Madam?" Elena narrowed her eyes. 

"Yeah. I'll go to the...