Coming to the GRAVE of her fiancé, the pregnant orphan found a strange phone, turning it on, she LOST CONSCIOUSNESS…

So much that she got scared herself. Silence on the other end. — Hello.

— Hello, that’s my phone. I lost it somewhere yesterday. — Yes, I just found it.

— Where are you? Will you return the phone? I’ll pay, it’s just that there’s a lot of important stuff there. — I’m at the cemetery. — At the cemetery? Damn, I stopped by yesterday to take measurements and put the phone on the door.

And where exactly at the cemetery? — I… there’s some crypt here, I’m in it. Pause on the other end again. — I don’t understand, you’re inside the crypt? — Yes, I’m very cold, I feel bad.

Olivia dropped the device and closed her eyes. Someone was shaking her hard. — Girl, girl, wake up.

She opened her eyes with difficulty. — Andrew, my Andrew, you’re alive? I knew it was a mistake. The man squatting in front of her suddenly stopped being Andrew and asked sternly.

— Are you Olivia? She desperately shook her head. — Andrew, Andrew was here just now. The man yanked her to her feet.

— Can you walk? Then his gaze slid lower, and he saw that Olivia was pregnant. — Damn, damn, damn. Olivia started slowly sinking.

She was shaking so much that David got scared. He couldn’t have imagined. That the unearthly Olivia his brother told him so much about on the way home actually existed.

Or rather, he didn’t think it was serious. Andrew was the type to fall in love easily. And here, it turns out, Olivia exists, and she came to his grave.

David picked the girl up in his arms and carried her to the car. As soon as he seated her, he grabbed the phone. — Mom, basically, here at Andrew’s grave, I found his girl.

Turns out he wasn’t joking. And she’s pregnant. — Pregnant? From Andrew? — Apparently.

— Then bring her here, I need to find out everything. — Mom, she… basically, she’s unconscious. Seems like she got terribly cold and sick.

Bring her to Dr. Samuel in the clinic. I’ll call him now and come myself. Nancy was always a woman with an iron character.

And how could she be otherwise if her husband died so early, leaving her a half-ruined business and two sons? Normal women would grieve, but she rolled up her sleeves and fought for her sons’ future. No, of course, she suffered and cried too, but only when no one saw, that is, at night. Andrew’s death hit her hard, but now David helped in the business, and she could let go a bit.

But the tempering did its job. Nancy managed to hide her grief. She lost a lot of weight, aged ten years, but held like a stone statue.

They took Olivia to the ward right away. David stayed to wait for his mother. Strange…