The person on the other end sighed in relief and then pleaded, “Lucy, you’ve been on leave for seven days. I really can’t hold on any longer.”
After hanging up the phone, the elderly doctor on the other end looked serious and said, “No matter how busy work is, your health is more important. You’re in poor health; after a miscarriage, you need to rest and recover for at least a month.”
I forced a smile and nodded. The experience at the hospital felt like a long, surreal dream.
It wasn’t until I walked out of the hospital that I felt my body start to warm up.
When I got home and was about to rest, Harris’s call came through. His voice was always icy.
“Miss Sharlon, don’t you want to come to work?”
I tightened my grip on the phone.
“Mr. Johnson, there are ten days of annual leave.”
“We’re at a critical stage of the project right now. I hope you can show a bit more responsibility.”
“Alright.”
I returned to Vanguard Group, where the company atmosphere was tense. My colleagues looked at me, hesitant to speak.