Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties

Tom and her Jerry.

"How long more would it take?"

Jada called at the top of her voice. No response came. She was looking in a particular direction, her sight was not aided because of the cut made by a wall.

"Do you want me to die of hunger? Don't you have any respect for the baby?"

She increased the tempo of her voice. She was yelling as though the person she was addressing was few blocks away, and not in the same apartment that she was in.

"You would shit the baby out if you keep going at this rate."

Elisa warned, walking out of the area that separated the living room from the kitchen. She had a tray in both hands. On the tray was a course of meal.

She walked past Jada and headed towards the dining hall. Jada obviously wanted to say something to her but held back. When Elisa dropped the tray on the dining table, she turned to Jada.

"You don't actually think I would come and carry you, do you?"

She scolded. Jada rolled her eyes from distance.

"You are never caring. I wonder how you would treat --"