Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Roseanne groaned internally, "Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

After snoozing for an hour, Roseanne blinked open her eyes to find it was already 8 AM. She hurriedly got ready and dashed out the door, heading straight to the lab.

Owen noticed she was half an hour late today and looked a bit off. Surprised, he asked, "Rough night?"

Roseanne shook her head, "Not exactly. Just stayed up too late."

Owen raised an eyebrow but didn't pry further.

Roseanne slapped her cheeks lightly, forcing herself to perk up- Time to get to work!

By lunchtime, after eating, Roseanne began to yawn uncontrollably.

Owen saw her struggling and suggested, "Don't push yourself too hard. Why not take a nap in the break room?"

Feeling genuinely exhausted, Roseanne didn't argue.

Owen continued with his work. Two hours later, as he passed by the break room, he remembered Roseanne was still inside. He knocked first, getting no response, "...Roseanne? You okay in there? I'm coming in."

Worried she might be unwell, he gently pushed open the door, only to find her curled up in a corner, a small, peaceful bundle, breathing evenly in deep sleep.

He sighed in relief, and the next second, couldn't help but chuckle.

She truly resembled a little kitten-quiet and beautiful.

...

After spending two days in the hospital, Millie was climbing the walls, desperate to be discharged.

The two nannies couldn't decide for her and ended up calling Murray, who just hung up on them.

Left with no choice, they called Beverley.

On the phone, Beverley gave her a piece of her mind, "...Don't think just because you're carrying a baby, you can act all high and mighty. If you wanna play with fire, go ahead, but better hope that baby comes out fine. Otherwise, you'll be in a world of trouble!" Millie listened, fuming, but dared not talk back.

Eventually, Beverley agreed to let her leave the hospital, warning, "This is the last time. Take care of that baby!"

Returning to the villa, the servants, who had just enjoyed two days of peace, felt the storm clouds gathering again. Oh, the horror!

Especially for Sadie!

When Millie arrived, Sadie practically

rose from the dead on her tiny cot in

the room, her expressio very picture of despair: "I was just napping!"

the

Right on her heels, Beverley's family doctor walked in, imposing a strict regimen for her, including a bland diet.

Millie wanted to rebel but lacked even the courage to call Beverley.

"I need to get out! Now!" she screamed at the servants, venting her frustration.

Soon, the driver was ready, and she stormed out, the nannies trailing behind. "What are you doing?"

"Mrs. Sherwood said to stick close to you, ensuring your and the baby's safety."

Millie was on the verge of a breakdown.

She instructed the driver to stop right at the entrance of a shopping mall, stormed in, and grabbed whatever was expensive, swiping Murray's credit card without a second thought.

Clothes, bags, things she'd normally hesitate to buy or wouldn't dare to, she got them all.

All the

suppping bags were handed

off to

the

nannies, "Move it, you're

d to stick close, aren't you?

Hurry up!"

The nannies, burdened with bags, could only trudge behind her, silently commiserating with Sadie for her hard work.

Meanwhile, in a boardroom, Murray was listening to a department manager's quarterly summary.

His phone was buzzing non-stop on the table.

Everyone present cast discreet glances his way.

Murray picked up his phone, only to see a flood of spending alerts.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.