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EMILY’S POV.
The next time I opened my eyes, the suns rays were playing on my face through the open window.
“Good morning, ma’am.” I heard a maid say, and tilted my head upwards, slightly to look at her.
“What happened?” I asked, and she came to my bedside.
“You fainted, and we had to rush you to the hosoital. The doctor said you had outdone yourself, and were being stressed physically, mentally, and emotionally.” She said, and I groaned.
“Who said I was struggling mentally and emotionally? Did he open up the walls of my mind to see? Is he a psychologist? I was completely fine yesterday morning, until I began to work like I had twenty maids imbued in me.” I snapped, and she smiled.
I didn’t want John thinking in the least that he managed to get a reaction from me, or that anythin
