Shocked and shaken

Ava waited impatiently for a call or message from Dylan, but her phone remained silent all the time. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her gaze moving to the door from time to time. She hoped the door would swing open, and Dylan would walk in, her father safe by his side.

But there was no movement.

"Why are they taking so long?" she mumbled. "Did something go wrong?" The thought sent a chill down her spine.

Martha approached, holding a glass of freshly squeezed juice. "Madam, please have some juice. You shouldn't stress yourself like this."

Ava barely spared her a glance, waving her hand dismissively. "I don't want it, Martha. Please, just take it away."

But Martha didn't move. "Madam, you're pregnant. Stress isn't good for you or the baby. Sir would scold me if anything happened to either of you."

She placed the glass on the coffee table. "Please, drink this and calm down a little. Everything will be fine."