So, seeing Mrs. Alvarez at home at this hour, Emma was caught off guard for a moment.
“Ma’am, I got a call from Mr. Walsh. He said you might be sick and asked me to come and check on you.”
Mrs. Alvarez was a very discreet woman. Noticing that Emma didn't look pleased, she said sheepishly, “Ma’am, am I intruding?”
She wrung her hands nervously. “I… I’ll just finish up the soup in the kitchen and then I’ll leave. I won’t be in your way, I promise.”
Knowing Emma valued her personal space, Mrs. Alvarez was very apologetic.
Emma waved her hand. “It’s fine, you’re not bothering me at all. In fact, if it’s okay, I was hoping you could stay for a couple of days.”
Her treatment was about to start, and Emma figured that if Mrs. Alvarez was around, she’d at least have someone to make her soup and home-cooked meals every day. It would save her the trouble of eating out or having to wait for food to be prepared.
As for Mrs. Alvarez’s pay for staying over, she’d just give her double the market rate.
Hearing Emma ask her to stay, Mrs. Alvarez recalled the bloodstains she had seen on the bedroom floor and on the nightgown in the bathroom earlier. She hesitated for a moment before asking cautiously:
“Ma’am, what’s wrong? Is it a serious illness?”
Since she had gotten sick, Mrs. Alvarez was the first person to show her any concern.
Emma felt a lump in her throat. She forced a smile and shook her head. “It’s nothing, don’t worry. Just a minor ailment.”
“Are you sure it’s minor?” Mrs. Alvarez frowned, her face etched with worry. “But… but I saw the blood on the floor, and there was blood on your nightgown, too. What… what happened?”

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