Miss Garcia, you are pregnant.

On the way to the company, halfway through her drive, Victoria Garcia felt a sudden wave of nausea churning uncontrollably in her stomach. She attempted to forcefully suppress it, but that only seemed to make the churning intensify.

Without another thought, Victoria pulled her car over to the side of the road, slammed on the brakes, and quickly opened the door, dashing to a trash can to vomit.

The vomiting continued until she had even brought up bile, and only then did she begin to feel slightly better.

At that moment, Edward Hernandez extended a hand from behind her, offering her a tissue as he said tenderly, "Wipe your mouth first."

Victoria did not refuse and took it, wiping the corners of her mouth before tossing the tissue into the trash can.

"Let me drive you to the hospital to get checked out," Edward suggested considerately.

Victoria immediately declined, "It's not necessary, my stomach might just be upset because I haven't been eating breakfast the past few days."