Time froze, and everyone seemed to be lost for words to reply. Abrielle matched towards them, her hands were clenched to her side. "Did something catch your tongue? Why didn't you tell me? You told the maid over me. It is my health and not theirs." She demanded.
Madam Jocelyn, the physician nervously glanced at Evelyn. She didn't know how to handle the situation. She could not afford to get the princess stressed out.
"I am sorry my conduct has affected you negatively but I did it with your best interest in mind. I didn't want your mental health to be impacted by news which would retard your recovery." Madam Jocelyn justified her actions.
That's right, she was seen as the fragile princess; after all, she had suffered a miscarriage a month back. Fear slowly crept into her heart. Was Cedric going to get rid of her because of her inability to carry a pregnancy?
