In this era, getting pregnant before marriage was the kind of shame that would get you condemned behind your back for the rest of your life.
To keep people from finding out, they hadn't dared go to a hospital. They'd bought pills and tried to handle it themselves.
The result was Vivian hemorrhaging. Nathaniel had no other option. He came to my sister in the dead of night.
Layla had worked at the county health clinic before. Anyone in the neighborhood with a headache or a fever who didn't want to bother with the hospital would come to her.
"So… is Vivian okay?"
"Hard to say. The county hospital couldn't handle it, so they sent her to the city in the middle of the night." Layla paused. "I heard Vivian's father sent people. Not sure if that's true, but there were other people in the car besides Nathaniel."
"Oh…" I set a bowl of rice in front of Layla and went back to my room.
In my previous life, Nathaniel and I never had children.
I'd tried everything—checkups, folk remedies, temples, prayers.
Nathaniel never cared much about it. He said he didn't like kids.
After I pushed and pleaded long enough, he finally gave in and agreed to go to the hospital for an exam.