Mrs. Kimberley and Mrs. Connor pushed open the door as Jasmine Yale was holding a water cup, getting hot water from the dispenser.
Seeing them return, Jasmine Yale smiled, "You're back."
"Yes, Mrs. Yale, have you had lunch?" Mrs. Connor asked.
"Not yet, my aunt went out to buy it, she should be back soon."
"If we had known, we'd have brought you some."
"It's no trouble." Jasmine Yale smiled; she never liked to inconvenience others, especially strangers.
She took a sip of plain hot water, and her hands felt much warmer hugging the cup.
The quiet room became lively again.
When there are more people, the place feels full of life.
"Mrs. Yale, after lunch, you should go for a walk. Staying in the room all day isn't good for having a baby," Mrs. Kimberley said.
"Okay, I understand."
After a few more casual conversations, Butler Santana returned.
He had bought Jasmine Yale's favorite—sweet and sour ribs with rice, deliciously fragrant and steaming hot.
