The six attendants looked at each other and made way for Ella Lacey, "Mrs. Arthur, please."
Ella strode out of the villa with dignity.
However, the six attendants followed her closely.
Almost not leaving her for a step.
Walking along the long coastline, Ella looked up.
At this moment, the sun was shining brightly, the sky was vast and the wind was high, the ocean tides were rolling in.
Occasionally, a few white seagulls would fly by, frolic in the surging waves, and hover around...
If it wasn't for her anxiety, Ella would really want to slow down, admire the quiet beauty of nature, and cultivate the baby in her belly.
Halfway through.
She arrived at the coastal pavilion.
Ella suddenly clutched her belly, leaning weakly on a wooden chair, her small face crumpled with discomfort.
A sight to pity.
All six attendants squatted around her with concern, saying, "Mrs. Arthur, are you feeling unwell?"
"...My stomach hurts." Ella feigned pain.
