"Arabella, you're drenched. Let me take you to change your clothes, okay? ... The water is so cold, you'll easily get sick. Don't joke around with your health."
Queen Ylaya's voice sounded from behind, filled with deep hope and insistence.
This was a posture Queen Ylaya had never lowered to such a degree in her life.
Her last words successfully moved Arabella Vanderbilt.
Indeed.
She couldn't joke around with her health, not even for her own sake, but for the two babies in her belly.
If she fell ill, it would affect the babies' health.
Arabella Vanderbilt looked down at her soaked clothes, ultimately choosing not to refuse.
When she uttered the word "okay," Queen Ylaya's tense expression finally relaxed.
She turned to the side, saying to Lia:
"Go prepare my chamber."
Lia bowed and replied, "Yes," then turned to leave.
But before leaving, her gaze lingered meaningfully on Arabella Vanderbilt.
Arabella Vanderbilt furrowed her brows slightly but still said nothing.
