My strength was completely used up. The second before I lost consciousness, I saw the child's chubby face, which looked even more adorable than that of her brother's.
It was already the next morning when I woke up.
The window was open and the winter sun was shining in, but the room was still a little cold.
I was in a trance for a moment, and then I gradually woke up.
Emma was waiting by the side, and Freya was also there. Upon seeing me open my eyes, both of them came over and said, "Arianna, you're awake."
I didn't open my mouth and looked at Emma weakly.
She lowered her eyes and looked conflicted. "I couldn't contact Hendrix."
I didn't know why, but I had a feeling of emptiness in my heart. I couldn't lift up my spirits.
"Miss Reid, have some warm water." The nurse in the distance came over.
I didn't eat much the day before. After the delivery and a night's sleep, my stomach was empty, so I drank half a cup.
I leaned against the headboard and looked around the room, but did not see the children. I turned around and asked Emma and Freya, "Where are the babies?"
"I was afraid of disturbing you, so I asked the servant to take them back to the baby room," Emma said.
"Let me see them." After all, I had only seen her once. I missed them a bit. Things like kinship were invisible and intangible, but it was also a heart-wrenching thing.
"Go on, bring them here." Emma turned to the nurse.
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