chapter ninety-four

"Ai!" Olivia groaned in pain, holding her stomach with her hands. The contractions were intense, and she didn't know how much longer she could endure. "Get water and bring the medicine, quickly!" she impatiently shouted to her maid.

The young maid, frightened, quickly prepared the yellowish liquid tonic and handed it to Olivia, who swallowed it in one gulp, pinching her nose to avoid the bitter taste.

"What you're doing is very dangerous!" Clara warned as she entered the room and found her friend in such a situation.

"Don't talk nonsense. I just need to hold on a few more days so no one suspects anything," Olivia replied, closing her eyes and trying to contain the pain.

"You're doing everything to delay the birth. This can lead to complications for the child. Don't you think about your son?" Clara asked indignantly.

"If I don't do this, he will die anyway, and I won't be able to stop it," Olivia swallowed hard, nervous.

"You're nine months pregnant. You won't be able to hold this for