The excess coffee made Rebecca visit the bathroom excessively, and she didn’t even remember the last time when she was a victim of diarrhea, let alone one this severe.

For the eighth time, Rebecca walked out of the bathroom that morning, but this time, she was sweating more, Her shoulders fetl frail. Her stomach made the strangest of noises. Her head felt light. Her shoulders felt heavy. Her hand was on the abdomen, gently pressing the belly in to bear the pain. She wanted to get down on the bed and give some rest to her complaining spine, but to her spine-chilling shock, Benjamin was on her bed, hugging her pillow, and there was an extra-large bun on the table. Her face turned pale like she had seen a ghost; her heart sprang into her mouth, and she immediately ran back into the bathroom, skipping on her toes.

“R-Rebecca!” Benjamin rushed over, but she locked the door just in time. “I brought breakfast for you. A new item that I made today. I think you will love it.”

Rebecca was shaki