Amelia was sweating profusely. They already ordered someone to call the family’s doctor but up until now, they have not returned. It has been hours and Amelia’s cries still have not lied low. Hearing the woman makes her flinch, remembering her own labor.
“Where could they be?” a servant asked, pressured with Amelia’s every scream and sharp breath. “The Miss is in so much pain.”
From the window, she glanced at Amelia lying on the bed. The woman’s eyes were closed tight, her hands were on tight fists. There was already blood on her hands from all the pressure she has been applying, the same as her lips.
“Put some cloth on her mouth so she won’t cut her tongue,” she said and a servant immediately obliged.
She breathed deep and looked away, seeing the sun already by its peak. She slowly cl
