Room 909.
Mrs. Harris was feeding Ella soup, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Ella's much thinner face.
"Young Mistress, take care of your health. You'll have more children in the future," she said softly.
Ella gave a faint hum, saying nothing. Despite her illness, she remained calm and composed, though a faint trace of worry lingered in her expression.
Her hand gently rested on her abdomen. After nearly twenty days in the hospital, she couldn't help but wonder how much the world outside had changed.
"Young Mistress, there are rumors outside that you and the Young Master are divorcing, but… I don't believe it! Tell me, is it true?" Mrs. Harris asked hesitantly after Ella had finished the bowl of soup.