Constance emerged, carrying a tray filled with food, utensils, and a cup of tea specially prepared for me. She suggested that I sit, and I did so, still keeping my eyes fixed on Ulrich.

He broke the silence by casually asking, “How did you two meet?”

Constance responded without hesitation, “I hired her to be my caregiver.”

Ulrich tilted his head, intrigued. “Why a pregnant woman? Wouldn't it be wiser to hire someone more capable?”

Constance smiled, staying ...