Olivia Parker hurriedly covered her mouth, as soon as the elevator door opened, she dashed out and rushed into the restroom.
In the private stall, she leaned against the wall, gagging a few times, but nothing came out.
No wonder, she had already vomited out her breakfast while at the hospital, her stomach was already empty by now, what more was there to vomit?
After a few dry retches and feeling the discomfort gradually fade, Olivia took a breath and straightened up, walking to the sink to wash her hands with a puzzled expression.
It's strange, her stomach has always been well maintained, what's wrong today?
Shaking the water off her hands, Olivia opened her backpack to take out a tissue, her fingers touching the spare sanitary pads in the compartment, and withdrew her hand.
Could it be... am I pregnant?
Thinking back, last week was supposed to be the time for her monthly period, and now it's already a few days late compared to usual.
