Around twelve-thirty in the afternoon, Jasmine Yale woke up.
Though utterly exhausted, her consciousness was still intact. She moved her arm slightly, and the first thing she did upon waking was to touch her stomach.
Fortunately, she could feel the baby's heartbeat.
The corners of her lips curled into a slight smile.
"Miss Yale, you're awake? Want to eat something? What do you feel like eating? I'll go get it for you," Butler Santana approached, ready to help her sit up.
Jasmine Yale struggled to open her eyes. In the light, she took a blurry glance at Butler Santana, her voice faint and weak, "Is it raining?"
"No, the weather's just not great, it's quite overcast."
"I don't want to eat..."
"At least eat a little, okay? Listen to me. I'll get you some sweet porridge, how about that?"
Jasmine Yale felt dizzy and lacked energy.
Even uttering a single word or sentence was exhausting.
She didn't respond to Butler Santana, just furrowed her brows slightly, "The baby..."
