When Cammy got home, she didn't even bother changing. She went straight to bed, barely making it under the covers before sleep claimed her completely.
Greg arrived shortly after, stepping into the warm lights of their home where Edward, ever composed and precise, was already waiting.
"Dinner is ready, sir. Would you prefer to eat in the dining room or on the patio?" Edward asked politely.
Greg narrowed his eyes, confused by the question. "Why are you asking me that? Where's my wife?"
"Madam retired to bed the moment she came home. She seemed very tired," Edward replied.
Greg's brow furrowed, concern tightening in his chest. "Did she have dinner at least?"
Edward shook his head with a faint sigh. "No, sir. She didn't."
Greg exhaled sharply, not hiding his worry. "I see... Alright, I'll eat in the dining room. But send Hanna to me. I need to know what happened today. She knows Cammy's pregnancy is fragile, she's not supposed to be pushing herself like this."
