“What did the specialist say today?” Sherry was lying on the couch with her bump pointed upwards.

I giggled, staring towards Jacques.

Jacques adopted a serious expression on his face, looking glum. “Erm, she needs a long series of therapy sessions to recover. That’s for occupational therapy.”

“For psychiatry, it will depend on herself. We won’t know for sure.”

She immediately pushed her bankbook towards him. I widened my eyes curiously at the massive number of zeros in her account.

“Hey, you’ve got a lot of money!” I chuckled, bouncing on the nearby recliner. She instantly cupped her hands protectively over her bump.

“Be careful, May. My baby’s in there.”...