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The coffee was a little tasteless, but somehow Camelia insisted on swallowing it.Poor quality milk can't cover up the sour taste of coffee. This is the coffee that ordinary people drink. Mirja lives here. Will this kind of coffee be difficult for her to swallow?

The thought was fleeting, no...how can a pregnant person drink coffee?She laughed at herself, with a bitter smile on her lips.

Maybe he really wronged her.

If it wasn't for hatred, how could I let Mirja suffer like this? Although she knew that the life at the front line might be more difficult, she couldn't change it. That was Mirja's hope and everything she had.And what I can do is to make her live better and be happier when she is not on the expedition, and that is what she values ​​most.

And now she's driving Mirja to the streets.

I am really a hopeless bad person. I have said so many bad things and done so many bad things. Even if the child is born, I will hate myself.Maybe she really hoped Mirjia would hate her, but it was hard to say.

How could there be such a heart-piercing feeling?Camelia clutched her chest and lowered her eyes lightly.

"Get someone to tell me about her," she ordered.

"Yes Master."

After a while, Irina brought a young man to Camelia.Before she could speak, she sat directly opposite Camelia, looking where Camelia's eyes were.

"Go ahead."

Irina was taken aback, and Camelia's tone was very indifferent, and it was obvious that she was not happy.

"Where do I begin, ma'am?"

"what ever."

In the man's narration, the pregnant woman seemed to be a mysterious figure. What made Camelia laugh endlessly was the neighbors' guesses about her life experience. The senior maid of the family is pregnant with the son of the master of the family, and was arranged to come here as a last resort because she was discovered by the mistress.

"How did you find out?" Camelia asked.

The man thought for a while and then said: "First of all, that lady never regards money as money. Although she doesn't seem to have much money, she doesn't care. She will reward beggars. Backstreet Chakra's mother When she was sick, she seemed to take the initiative to lend him money, and didn't say when she would pay it back. How can anyone take the initiative to borrow money now?"

Camelia raised her eyebrows noncommittally, motioning for him to continue.

"The second point is that she can write and calculate, she is very polite and particular about everything. People around her like her very much. If you ask her for something, she is also willing to help. Most people don't have her temperament. Besides, I’m not a pampered person, that’s for sure. I heard from Alisa that although she was entrusted by a friend to take care of her, she has always been helping her in the shop, willing to do everything, and very diligent.”

"Furthermore... there was a small incident with us a while ago. Although it was small, it was quite a sensation. Hey, do you know?" The man stared at Camelia mysteriously, "She can also use swordsmanship, I saw it with my own eyes, she beat several knights by herself, it was really powerful, people couldn't see what she did with that trick.

"that's it?"

The man froze for a moment, thought for a while, and nodded.

"Then, it's up to me to ask. Whatever I ask, you can answer." Camelia spoke in a neutral tone.

"I was wondering if you've seen anyone visit her since she moved here. Or, did anyone visit her? How she was dressed."

The man looked at Camelia thoughtfully, "No, I haven't seen it, her man has never appeared before."

"What about the rest?"

"No, no. She was alone all the time, and she was in the pub every day, and we saw her every day. She was usually in the back kitchen though, and Alisa wouldn't let her help, but she would when it was busy." Come out and take care of it."

"Okay, next. How long has she been here and what do you call her?"

"It's been two or three months. When it comes to addressing her, we heard that Alisa always calls her by an honorific title, so we usually call her Madam. The specific name... seems to be Mi..."

Before he could finish, Camelia jumped to the next topic: "Does she walk around the block a lot?"

The man seems to have not recovered from the question just now, "Rarely, she is usually in the store, and Alisa doesn't let her go out. I let Payne and the boys go out to do things, but I see her occasionally. Go out and do some shopping."

Camelia was inexplicably agitated. Seeing that he still wanted to continue talking, Irina asked Irina to give him some tips and waved him away. She didn't want to listen anymore.

Irina asked for two glasses of white water and pushed them in front of Camelia.

The transparent glass is illuminated by the sun and reflects beautiful colors.

"Go to the store and ask."

As soon as Irina entered, Camelia noticed a man dressed as a doctor carrying a medicine box to the second floor from the side stairs.Her heart tightened, she got up and put on the hood and followed.

Along the way, no one seemed to notice her. There were many flower pots on the stairs, completely covering her figure. As soon as she reached the second floor, she saw a door, which seemed to be slightly closed. Camelia quietly opened the door and went in.The structure inside was a bit like an attic, and she walked up the narrow stairs, which was a corridor, and the rooms on both sides of the corridor were separated.She walked lightly through one door after another, and there seemed to be a sound in the room at the end of the corridor.

Camelia walked over, and there was a woman's anxious voice in the room, as well as a man's sigh.The door of the room was not completely closed, and Camelia looked through the crack of the door. There was a bed in the room, and a man in white was standing beside the bed, who was dressed as the doctor she had just seen, and a man was sitting on the bed. woman.

"Doctor, she has had a fever for two days and the fever hasn't subsided. What can you do?" There was a cry in the woman's voice, and Camelia didn't move. In fact, her feet seemed to be born on the floor. Once the root is rooted, it is very difficult to even move it.

"I can't help it. I can't give her medicine for her current physical condition. I can only see her own recovery ability. But I can take some pandolinson, this medicine is very mild, and it will help to some extent. "

He took out a small box from the medicine box and handed it to the woman. When he walked out of the window, the person on the bed moved, and Camelia saw the familiar golden color.

Mirga, Mirga, Mirga...

With the strength she didn't know where it came from, she pushed open the door, ignoring the surprised gazes of the two, and rushed to the bedside of her beloved.

"Mirga..." Tears couldn't stop streaming down her face as she read her name.

The person on the bed closed his eyes tightly, and didn't seem to respond to her call.

"Alyssa Randy, go find the best car, I'm going to take her to Mirror Lake Manor. My servant is in your shop, bring her, her name is Irina." Camelia headed He didn't reply, and tried to suppress his emotions, and said in a low voice.

Alyssa obviously heard some clues from what she just said, "Okay." She agreed and left immediately.

At this time, only the doctor was left in the room, "I will not hurt her, I am her family." Camelia took Mirga's hand and turned around. "You have been taking care of her all this time?"

The doctor nodded, "Yes, the patient has been taken care of by me for the past few months."

"You also go back with me. From now on, turn off all your jobs, and I will pay you a reasonable salary. All you have to do is to assist my doctor and report everything you know about every change in her body. Tell me everything in detail." She slowed down, "As long as she is safe, I will promise you whatever you want."

"Then why don't you do it while she's still in good health?"

Camelia trembled while holding Mirga's hand, her lips moved, as if she wanted to defend herself, but in the end she remained silent.

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Two more chapters, happy new year's day to the girls who read the article.