Mrs. Harris, her eyes still glistening with tears, gently laid Emma Hart on the bed.
She couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up, "Miss Emma, why can't you just be a little more compliant? You wouldn't have to suffer so much if you were."
Gently, Emma Hart reached out her hand, touching Mrs. Harris's face and wiping away a tear.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Harris, I don't want to live that way. Please don't be sad for me…" As she spoke, Emma couldn't stop her own tears from falling.
"I'll go get you a glass of water," Mrs. Harris said, dabbing at her tears, unable to bear looking at Emma's tear-streaked face any longer.
Soon, Mrs. Harris returned, accompanied by a private doctor.
"Mrs. Harris, this is…" Emma started.
