The emotions inadvertently revealed between the two touched his heart, yet he thought of the old marshal...
Ah, Frederick sighed heavily again, wishing heaven would be fair to them and grant them a child!
He lowered his head, unable to bear watching any longer, gently closed the door...
Walter Schmidt sat by the bedside, keeping an eye on Emma Benson. They talked for a long time, and the woman seemed a bit tired, slowly drifting into sleep.
The man remained seated at the bedside, not taking his eyes off her for even a second, holding her hand with one hand, soothingly stroking her face with the other, maintaining the same posture, not leaving for a long time...
Approaching noon, dark clouds suddenly gathered outside, followed by several peals of thunder, and within minutes it started to pour rain.
The thunder woke Emma Benson from her slumber. She sat up abruptly, the outside was pitch black, the sky as if it were nighttime.
