worrying about Alicia

Travis couldn't help but let John and his mother leave the room with the coffin containing the dead fetus. He turned to look at Phoebe who was lying back down on a pile of pillows, and of course crying. The man walked over to his beloved maid, then stood beside the bed.

"I'm sorry I can't do much to help you this time," Travis said, bending his face. "Even I always fail in helping you….I couldn't save your fetus," he continued.

"It's not your fault," said Phoebe in a hoarse voice, occasionally wiping the tears that kept falling from her eyes. "This is all part of my recklessness And maybe destiny from God..but what makes me wonder why is there water on the stairs? And why does John accuse us of having an affair?"

"John accuses us of having an affair?" Travis frowned.