The crowd's synchronized chanting was so cringeworthy it made Shirley Thorne wish the ground would swallow her whole. She wished she could transform into an excavator on the spot—the kind that could dig straight to the Earth's core in one super-fast scoop.
"Everyone, calm down! I'm not pregnant!"
Shirley Thorne held out her hands in a desperate gesture, officially debunking the rumor. She really wasn't pregnant.
The crowd froze for a moment before their fawning smiles returned, their eyes seemingly etched with a single phrase—
Unspoken understanding.
Shirley Thorne: '"Unspoken understanding," my ass!'
'I'm really not pregnant, fuck!'
In high-society circles, among the wealthy families, no one announced a pregnancy until it was stable—usually after the first three months.
Some families who believed in feng shui would even hold a special banquet to announce the news and pray to the heavens for the baby's safe delivery.
So, everyone "understood" what Shirley Thorne meant.
