Martha's POV
My phone rang again, and I gritted my teeth when I saw that Mrs. Zara was calling me back.
What does she want from me again? Haven't I made my point clear?
I picked up the phone and demanded in a steady, calm voice, "What do you want, ma?"
"Martha, Elena is pregnant by Mark. How can you be so inconsiderate as to not want to help them?"
"What?" I spat out the food in my mouth; I hadn't expected Elena to be pregnant by Mark. Well, they were already having s*x, and I didn't know how long those two had been discreetly screwing each other, even in my father's house.
So whenever Mark arrived to see me, he slipped into Elena's room to make love to her under the pretense that he was only checking up on her.
For a moment, I was quiet before Mrs. Zara's voice resonated in my ear.
