"Huff, haah... haaah..."
"Take it slow, Lilith. You'll get indigestion."
Isabel had managed to smuggle a loaf of bread for me, careful to avoid Ethan's eyes.
It was just a plain piece of bread, tasting only of flour and butter, but to me, it was as precious as rain in a drought.
'It's delicious...'
I hadnât been able to stomach anything with flour or butter for a while because of the nausea. But hunger had a way of making things taste fine again.
After I wolfed down the bread Isabel had brought, I realized it was the closest thing to a meal I'd had in nearly a week.
"I'm sorry, Lilith. This is all I could sneak out from the servants' kitchen."
"Don't apologize. I'm really grateful for even this much."
"How are you holding up?"
"...More or less managing."
Isabel's gaze fell on my slightly swollen belly, her expression hesitant, as if uncertain what to say.
Being a maid in the Blackwood family, she couldn't speak freely, even if she wanted to console me. And the shock of my pregnancy had taken Isabel and Katarina by surprise, just as it had Ethan.
"Thank you for the bread. But you should get back quickly. If Ethanâor rather, the Young Lord of Blackwoodâfinds you here..."
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