"Madam, Miss Schmidt fell asleep on the sofa. Should I wake her up and have her go back to her room to sleep?"
"Fell asleep?" Emma Benson frowned, "Didn't she just get up not long ago? How come..."
At this point, she paused, her face darkened, realizing something was wrong.
Emma Benson quickened her pace to the sofa in front of her. The maids around the sofa stepped back, and sure enough, she saw Fiona Schmidt lying horizontally on the sofa.
She hadn't even taken off her shoes, lying flat, facing the ceiling, sleeping like the dead, occasionally snoring; showing just how deeply she was asleep.
"Fiona? Fiona!? ..." Emma Benson called out twice, seeing Fiona without any reaction, her heart grew anxious as she couldn't tell if she was asleep or had fainted, and could only lightly slap her cheeks in desperation.
At first, Emma Benson slapped lightly, but after several taps with no response, she increased the force, and after a dozen slaps, Fiona drowsily awoke.
