"That means you have HG (hyperemesis gravidarum). Gosh, you are so frail." Vida cried out.
"So what do I do about this HG? Doctor Vida." Mylar asked her, Vida couldn't help feeling sad for her friend, she didn't like the way Mylar looked now.
"You will be needing constant hospital treatment and that means money," Vida replied and then suddenly said something that came to mind.
"Girl, don't you think you should inform Camilo about your pregnancy, I think you need help, you can't do this alone."
Mylar looked away, she didn't think this was a good idea. Camilo isn't a responsible person and she couldn't even think of how he will react to this. She turned back towards Vida after thinking it through and said.
"I don't think he will accept the child."
"Why not give it a try and see? What if he accepts?" Vida asked.
Mylar looked at her big tummy and back at Vida.
The next morning, Mylar and Vida went to the subway station and took the train to Carnegie Hill, upper east side Manhattan to Julian Wylder's Mansion, one of the most beautiful houses in New York City. The house was gorgeous, tall oak trees and other types of trees, trimmed flower beds, flower stones, and other beautiful flowers with different amazing fragrances could be seen everywhere.
Each house was far from the other and a long desolated clean road led to the house. The Mansion was designed like an ancient royal palace but looking at it, you would know that it is very expensive. It looked so perfect that it became Mylar's dream house at that very instant.
They went to the gold medal automatic sliding gate, which had a phone doorbell intercom system on the wall outside, such advanced technology they'd never used before.
They used the gate call box to call and patiently waited for someone inside to answer them.
Miss Emelda heard the sound and went to check the camera, she saw two young ladies looking into the camera, at first she wanted to ignore them because they didn't look like any of Camilo's friends or Mr. Julian's business partners but then she thought to herself that she needed to chase them away in case they were beggars here for alms so that Mr. Julian wouldn't meet such people at his door.