Author’s POV
When Lila was alone in the hallway outside the study, the polite mask she wore finally disappeared.
She scowled, lips twisting in quiet fury.
Emma’s sharp tone still echoed in her ears—“You’ve been too helpful lately… I’ll have to replace you.”
The words stung more than they should have.
Lila couldn’t really blame her, though.
If she were in Emma’s shoes—pregnant, hormonal, constantly having to deal with someone constantly interrupting her privacy while she was in the tender moments of receiving precious d**k—she would have reacted the same way. Or worse.
But that didn’t make it feel any less personal.
She’d felt insulted, but at least it was for a good purpose; at least she hadn’t taken up the study maid’s duty for nothing.
The other maid wasn’t sick at all.
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