The night in the Miller mansion was unusually silent, the kind of quiet that pressed down on everything like a heavy blanket.Emma lay quietly on the bed under a thin blanket, her face pale, lips cracked, and weakness etched into every movement. Mrs. Norris and a few servants hovered nearby, their worry evident. She remained unconscious, her fever relentless.“Mrs. Norris, her fever… it’s getting worse again,” a female servant, Doudou said nervously, wringing her hands. “Maybe we should try—”“We’ve tried everything we can,” Mrs. Norris interrupted gently but firmly. She knelt beside Emma, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. “I gave her the medicine the Old Master provided; it worked for a while, but now the fever is back.”“She’s so fragile… what if—” Doudou began, but Mrs. Norris’s sigh stopped her.“We can only wait for the Old Master—or Young Master Grayson—to allow a doctor. Until then, our hands are tied,” Mrs. Norris said softly, her voice carrying the weight of ye
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