Chapter 212 (1/2)

"I have bad news. It appears something bad happened to our duchess."

"What do you mean?"

"It seems she miscarried her baby because of the shock."

They were all shocked to see the doctor coming out with a bundle soaked in blood.

Soon they were burning in rage for Rubica's abductor, Stephen. As the news of it had been very shocking to all of them, no one became suspicious about the sudden miscarriage.

"That is why the duke carried her away in such a hurry."

"Then shouldn't you go right away to examine her?"

They couldn't find enough courage to go themselves, so they pushed the doctor toward the building.

The doctor looked at Carl, asking for what he was supposed to do. He didn't want to knock on their door and disturb their good time together.

"Let us go."

But sadly, the butler urged him to go as well. He looked like he was about to cry, and he wasn't acting this time.

"But if they are…"

"He wouldn't do such a thing."

The doctor really wanted to say he had done exactly that, despite appearing to be the most ascetic man in the world.

He started to walk, feeling like a sacrificial lamb. However, when he stood in front of the door, he froze in fear. He had gone in there many times, but today, it felt like he was about to enter an underground dungeon.

"Oh, um."

He cleared his throat, wondering what to say, but then the butler knocked.

That moment, Carl wasn't just the butler to the doctor. He was the savior. Yes, he wouldn't let him become the sacrificial lamb. He regretted misunderstanding him.

"Your Grace, I'm sorry to disobey you, but I've brought the doctor so that he will be able to examine Her Grace."

After a short silence, they could hear Edgar's voice.

"Where's Ann?"

"She is right here."

"She… should come in first."

He said with a sigh. Carl looked back and announced, still looking grave, "Considering our duchess's situation, it would be better for the housekeeper to go in first than to send in a man."

The doctor, who was a little relaxed now, wiped the sweat and agreed with him.

"His Grace has made the right choice. Our duchess needs to relax and rest, and she won't be able to do that if we all stay here."

They all took a step back at hearing it. They regretted not thinking of how the duke and the duchess must be feeling. They just let their curiosity take control of them.

All of them received Rubica's help, so a few of the ladies who lived in the annex were already crying.

"I'll go in first and call for help if needed. Please go downstairs and wait."

They all nodded to Ann and left. After they were gone, Ann went inside, but then she widened her eyes at seeing what was happening there.

There was a pile of dresses on the floor, and Edgar was sitting on a chair, exhausted. Rubica was on the bed, her body covered with a duvet, and she looked down in embarrassment at seeing Ann.

Did they make out in the room, during that short time?

Ann had quite a few good reasons to think so. However, Edgar stood up and put a basket on her hand.

"Ann, I've learned how great your work is."

"Excuse… me?"

"Please, dress her."

The basket had pins, straps, and other things needed for a lady to be dressed.

Ann realized what was going on and had to bite her lips to avoid laughing. Edgar's fingertips were full of needle marks.

He had wrapped Rubica in a duvet and run here, which was good.

However, the problem was that she only had dresses that couldn't be worn alone. Edgar tried dressing her, but…

-Put that pin over there, and… ouch!

-Did I stab you again? This should go here but not there?

-Ouch!

He had never known such hard work could exist and gritted his teeth.

Why was it so hard, and why had no one thought of solving that problem?

It was the first time he encountered something he couldn't do, and he was greatly shocked.

"Most of her dresses are hard to handle, as much as they are expensive. I only let the most experienced maids do it as they are quite delicate and fragile."

Ann talked as she removed the dresses on the floor. Then, she went into the dressing room. Edgar wanted to tell her to just help Rubica get dressed in one of the dresses he had taken out, but she came out just then.

"You must be very nervous. This is the dress she should wear now."

She was carrying a nightdress.