Outside Han Ruchu’s bedroom, the steward silently called out to her, "Mrs Xu."
Han Ruchu looked towards the sleeping Xu Wanli, climbing softly off the bed. She took a jacket before leaving the bedroom. With a finger to her lips, she signaled for the stewardess to be quiet while they walked down the stairs.
The stewardess followed behind her closely.
The both of them walked out of the house to the empty garden before the stewardess spoke. "Mrs. Xu, Miss Anhao has just been sent to the hospital, her baby having died in her stomach."
The night was late and the stewardess spoke in a low voice, emphasizing the last coupe words. Han Ruchu clenched her jacket, forcing a calm expression on her face as she looked at the lotus flower that had blossomed. After a long while, she nodded. "I understand."
She paused for a bit, then added, "You can leave now, I want to be alone."
"Yes, Mrs. Xu," the stewardess replied and left respectfully.
