It felt as if her feet were made of lead, becoming so heavy that she could hardly move.
At the door, she grabbed the handle, only to realize her hand was trembling, momentarily lacking the strength to open the door, holding onto it without moving.
Until the voice of Elijah Schmidt came from behind: "You are with child, from now on, let the servants make coffee and handle such heavy tasks."
Emma Benson shuddered and instinctively turned around, seeing Elijah Schmidt with a gentle look on his face, sipping coffee.
After a few sips, the man raised his eyes, and a faint hint of a smile appeared on his stern and serious face.
"Dad..." An impulse stirred within Emma Benson, and the burden in her heart suddenly lifted. She smiled broadly, filled with a myriad of emotions and even excitement, "I don't mind, these are just small matters. Of course, the coffee made by the servants doesn't carry the same sincerity as when I make it myself."
