Chapter 42 Blessing or Curse

Jaque POV

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"That bastard!" I groaned as the pain in my stomach heightened. "Stoooppp!!!" I yelled out in my room. I was already curled up like a ball, and my hands kept pressing my tummy. Every time he would do it, the pain intensified.

The wooden door slammed open, and Witch Anya came into view with a bowl of hot herbs, which I was sure was as bitter as h*ll. She rushed to my side and put the bowl on the side table first before helping me to get up.

"Jaque, be strong. You have to endure it for a while. Let me help you get up, my dear!" She held my back and helped me to sit. I was crouching while my hands were gripping my tummy, and beads of sweat were now all over my face. "Here! Take this!" She put the soup spoon near my mouth, and the strange scent of the herbs hit my nostrils right away. I squinted my eyes at her, asking what she had put in there. "Don't worry! This will eliminate the pain better and faster!" She told me with concern in her eyes. "Take it now that it