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