The old man who was in charge of hosting them poured some more hot tea for Emma Hart. "Mrs. Sterling, this is partridge tea; it helps with digestion."
"Thank you, sir." Emma Hart's hand remained on her stomach as she sipped the tea, setting it down quickly; even one more bite felt unbearable.
The children on the first floor, who were eagerly waiting to play with her, were disappointed. They turned their attention to Ryan Garcia, who was wandering downstairs.
After a while, most of the people had dispersed.
With Damien Sterling's help, Emma Hart returned to their guest room at the guesthouse.
Exhausted from the day's activities, her body was screaming for sleep. After a shower, Emma Hart collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly. Damien Sterling lay beside her, planning the next day's work.
It wasn't until around 2 AM that he finally drifted off to sleep.
