Zen realized she wouldn't be able to answer her child. So for her child's sake, she should not help Christian to deal with Wendy anymore. She should at least do something that she felt was right.
"Thank you for believing in me," smiled Wendy. She felt contented. She did not know what was in Zen's mind, but she would never trust her ever again.
"Best friends should trust each other, right?" replied Zen with a smile.
Wendy then gazed at Zen's baby bump. She reached out to touch it. "How big is the baby now?" Wendy asked gently.
"Eighteen weeks," said Zen as she lowered her head to look at Wendy's hand on her baby bump. Her face turned gentle all of a sudden.
Wendy pulled her hand back abruptly. She had mixed feelings now. How nice it would be if Zen's child was not Christian's flesh and blood. How good it would be if Zen did not fall in love with Christian. Then perhaps, they could be best friends for real. Best friends that were as close as sisters.
