Emma Benson had just barely laid down on the bed when there was a rapid knocking at the door outside—
"Marshal, marshal!" It was Frederick, the old butler's voice anxious, each knock heavier than the last.
Walter Schmidt frowned, his heart sinking, thinking there was a problem found in the examination report. His breathing stopped for a moment.
He quickly went out to open the door, and outside stood Frederick and Edith. The female doctor had a smile on her face, her eyes twinkling as if she had countless things to say.
"Marshal, marshal…" Seeing him, Frederick became even more anxious and excited, unable to utter a complete sentence. The old butler's eyebrows danced with joy, the kind of happiness that seemed like it could explode at any moment. "Marshal, marshal, Young Madam, she, she…"
Perhaps too excited, Frederick repeated a few times but couldn't manage to say a full sentence.
