Emma Benson lay on the bed with her eyes closed, the blanket covering her had already been changed to a clean one.
Her pale little face was almost as white as the sheets, looking lifeless.
She slept very deeply, appearing utterly exhausted, as if at any moment she might disappear.
Walter Schmidt felt extreme heartache, he bent down to stroke her face, while the sleeping Emma Benson furrowed her brows anxiously, yet did not wake up, uttering a low moan, seemingly in much pain.
"Emma, Emma..." the man called softly twice, his expression anxious.
Edith noticed this, and quickly whispered, "Don't worry, marshal, it takes some time to recover after giving birth, the Young Madam's health is fine, all her vitals are normal, please rest assured."
