Chapter 118 Ch One Hundred And Eighteen

• “Mrs. Hamilton! Mrs. Hamilton. Are you okay?” Were the voices that went off in the air as a group of maids began to run in one direction, their anxiety and fear amplifying by each second.
• Irina, who was pale and visibly in pain, was being carefully carried on the back out of her private quarters by one of the maids, while another one fanned her, trying to keep her calm.
• “Please hang on,” another muttered, as they ran as fast as they could, knowing nothing could go wrong on their duty.