Her Father's Death

Liana's heart felt heavy as she stepped out of the hospital, her steps slow and cautious. The sterile scent of the medical facility lingered on her clothes, a constant reminder of the pain she had endured within those walls. The doctor's words echoed in her mind, warning her to avoid stress at all costs after the traumatic experience of losing her child.

Her maid, hovered anxiously by her side, her eyes filled with concern. "Madam, please, let me call for a car. You shouldn't be walking in your condition," she implored, her voice laced with worry.

Liana shook her head, her gaze distant. "No. I need some air. I need to clear my head," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her maid bowed her head obediently, though worry etched lines on her forehead. "As you wish, Madam. But please, be careful," she urged, her concern evident in every word.

As they stepped outside, Liana felt the cool breeze against her skin, a stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere of the hospital. She
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