Rosenbell mansion, five years later.

Leila has grown up into a young child.

Seeing how her hair grew out as white as it was during her birth, the whole mansion has come to terms that the young lady will always be slightly different than the rest of them. However, there was little negativity shown by the people in the mansion regarding this matter.

It was because, she was still a normal child.

The white hair even highlighted her charms even more, making her look like a little doll.

The young lady grew up to be an extremely adorable child, with eyes the colour of the blue sky, inherited from her father. The young lady was so lovable and cute, even if a new staff came in, they would still be unwilling to mistreat or dislike her.

The family was also expecting another child along the way, perhaps two, judging by the size of the madam’s belly.

Every day, the young lady would drag her maids to visit her mother. With sparkling eyes she would stare at her mother’s growing belly with the fascinated eyes of a curious child.

“Would you like to feel them, Leila?” Her mother asked, laughter in her eyes as she gazed lovingly at her cute daughter, soon-to-be elder sister.

“Can I? Can I?” Leila hopped excitedly next to her mother. She was often told by the adults to be extremely careful around her mother, and thus ever since her pregnancy was announced, she was extremely well-behaved and did not dare to move around carelessly around her mother.

“Here,” the madam took her little hand, directing them over to a spot on her belly. After a short while, Leila could feel something bumping her hand, causing her to flinch in shock.

The madam laughed at her daughter’s silliness, “Did you feel that? Your younger sibling is kicking. It means they’re healthy,” she spoke, a soft smile on her face.

Leila glowed, happily giggling as she hugged her mother’s belly. Her mother laughed beside her, “That’s enough now; finish your snacks and go back to your lesson, alright?” She gently reminded her daughter.

It has been a few months since Leila’s home lessons started; as was required for every child in nobility. According to her teachers, she was a quick study, absorbing much of the content like a sponge. She even excelled in her manners and etiquette lessons, doing even better than other noble daughters the teacher had ever taught.

“Mn!” Leila nodded happily, nibbling on the biscuits prepared for their tea time. After finishing her biscuits and drinking her tea, she stood up from her seat as the maids dusted off the crumbs from her dress, preparing to leave for her lesson.

She bade her goodbye to her mother and started walking to the door. The madam rose up from the seat, intending to send off her daughter at the door, however—

The madam hissed in pain. She felt a wetness on her lower body. The familiar feeling that she had experienced twice before allowed her to handle the situation calmly. “Quick, call the midwife. I think I might be going into labour soon,” she instructed the maid.

Her maids paled at the suddenness, but moved immediately to call the midwife and prepare the necessary items for childbirth.

Leila looked at her mother worriedly; despite the calm look on the madam’s face, the beads of sweat trickling down her pale face showed that she was in pain. “Mother?” Leila called out worriedly.

The madam smiled, “don’t worry, everything is fine. Mother needs you to stay outside for a bit, okay?”

The child nodded hesitantly as she followed a maid ushering her outside of the room.

A flurry of maids came into the room in succession, soon followed by a middle-aged woman. A maid stood guard at the door.

A muffled scream could be heard from the room, and Leila had recognised it as her mother’s voice.

Leila tried to enter multiple times, but the maid at the door refused her entry. “Be good, young lady. You must behave for the madam’s sake,” she scolded gently.

Soon, her father came in a hurry, followed by the head steward and her brother, as well as a few butlers.

Seeing his daughter by the door with teary eyes, his gaze softened. He patted her head in reassurance.

“Frederick, take care of your sister,” he instructed the young boy beside him. The maid led the man inside, explaining the situation.

“Yes, father.” Frederick moved to his sister’s side, enveloping her in a hug. The little girl could no longer hold back her tears, “Motheeeer!”

Frederick patted her head, “Shhhh, Leila. Mother will be fine. Everything is alright,” he whispered, but it was evident that he was also scared.