Mathilda’s POV

My body felt unbearably weak—not because of Paula’s call earlier, but because of my pregnancy symptoms. Even when Mrs. Rosa knocked on my door, I couldn’t get up from the bed.

“I—I’m sorry, Mrs. Rosa… I—”

“Mathilda?! Are you alright?”

Before I could finish, Mrs. Rosa burst into the room, panic written all over her face. She rushed to my side and gently stroked my head.

“I suspected something. You never take this long to open the door when you hear my voice. Thankfully, I dared to come in. If I’d kept waiting, thinking you were sleeping, I might not have realized you were unwell. You must feel dizzy and nauseous, right?” she asked.

I nodded slowly. “I really can’t move my body… it feels so weak, Mrs. Rosa.”

“Of course you do, you’re pregnant. It’s normal to feel like this. You need nutrients—eat something, and take the medicine the doctor prescribed. When I was pregnant with Fredric’s father, I felt the same way. I even had to be hospitalized because I spoiled myself too