Chapter 238 Stoking Chaos

• Freda lay prostrate upon the bed, her body frail and fragile. Her heart continued to hammer with anxious trepidation as she observed the furrow etched upon Meredith's eyebrows.
• "My baby... are they alright?" Her voice trembled with nervous anticipation.
• Old Mrs. Reign, having tended to Freda's bleeding and placated her fears, assured her with a gentle pat, promising to address her concerns in earnest upon Meredith's arrival before retreating to the stove to prepare her medicinal brew.