“Mr. Alaric! Miss Ruby isn’t feeling well, she needs you right away!”
We rushed to Ruby’s residence.
“The doctor’s already seen her,” the housekeeper said respectfully. “It’s nothing serious, just a bit of fatigue. He recommended some rest and warm foot soaks to help her relax.”
The room fell into a sudden hush.
Half-reclined on the sofa, Ruby suddenly looked up at me.
“Then could Eleanor help me with the foot bath?”
Alaric looked at me awkwardly, clearly torn.
“Ruby, don’t be difficult. There are plenty of maids here. Let them do it. If not, I’ll help you myself, alright?”
Ruby pouted and cast a suggestive glance at Alaric’s lower body. Her voice was sweet and coy, “But you’ve already worked so hard today.”
Alaric’s breath hitched slightly. Then he turned to me and ordered,
“Eleanor, she’s pregnant, it’s inconvenient for her. You do it.”
I clenched my fists so tightly my knuckles turned white.
Just as I picked up the towel, Ruby suddenly swayed and let out a piercing scream,
“What are you doing?!”
Alaric shoved me away with full force. My forehead slammed into the corner of the table. A nearby vase shattered, sharp shards slicing into my skin as blood began to pour.