Eleanor's POV

I felt as if poisoned swords were stabbing the inside of my stomach and I keeled from the onslaught of hurt. Lawrence kept reassuring me while he carried me to the doctor, "It's okay, Eleanor, it's going to be okay."

The doctor quickly arranged for a few tests and an hour later, he came back with the results of the examination, "Mr. Lawrence, please don't worry. Your wife is fine for now, she's just overworked and needs to recuperate for a while."

A serious expression appeared on his face as he turned toward me, "Also..." The doctor continued, "We found that your wife may have been too stressed...