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I am not weak

Emma's smile widened at the maids' endearing concern.

"Young mistress, did you sleep well?" The maid inquired again, this time with a hint of shyness in her voice.

Glancing at each other with infectious smiles, the rest of the maids eagerly awaited Emma's response.

Curiosity flickered in Emma's eyes as she observed their collective anticipation.

However, she discerned no hidden motive behind the question and decided to answer honestly.

"Oh, certainly," Emma replied, her voice laced with sincerity.

"Although I must admit, my legs have been aching since the morning, and I have a slight headache."

Her words triggered a chorus of laughter from the maids, causing Emma to tilt her head in puzzlement.

Why was so amusing about my physical discomfort?

"Young mistress, please don't worry", the head housekeeper reassured her with a gentle smile adorning her features.

"It is entirely normal. Most young ladies struggle to rise from their beds in the morning, but, you are different. You possess a strength that surpasses the ordinary."

Emma's eyes widened at the remark, a mixture of emotions swirling within her.

"Most girls are not even able to get up from the bed?" She whispered to herself, her resolve ignited.

I am not weak.

I rise early each morning and I am strong.

"Young mistress, you and master are working hard to gift this house a baby. I hope that God must bless you both with healthy and cute children." The maid said cheerfully.

The maid's cheerful words echoed through the room, causing a chorus of cheers and bashful smiles from the other maids.

Ah, she thought, so why they were here? Their purpose is not merely to attend to the daily tasks of running the household, but also to ensure the smooth progression of my marriage with David.

As the eldest among his siblings, David's approaching thirties, combined with our relatively short-forth month marriage, appeared to have raised concerns among the family.

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