Hospital.
When Bertha Swift was leaving the outpatient clinic, she felt someone watching her. But she was always beautiful and was no stranger to such gazes, so she didn't pay much attention to it. She pulled her mask up and walked out of the hospital, with the doctor's words still ringing in her ears.
"Congratulations, Miss Swift. You are five weeks and three days pregnant. The baby is developing well. You need to pay attention to..."
Bertha didn't hear anything after that.
That day, after leaving the Waldorf, she returned to her apartment in a sorry state and then had a fever for two days. By the time she came to, she had already missed the window for contraception. She had been holding on to a fluke, thinking that it couldn't happen just once, especially since she had taken that kind of medicine.
Now, life had dealt her a heavy blow. Bertha felt completely dazed.
