Chapter twenty.

Emily's POV.

A soft knock on the door woke me from my deep sleep.

Dragging my gaze to the wall clock, my eyes flew wide open in shock, it was mid morning.

I quickly climbed down from the bed and headed towards the door.

Pulling it open, a middle aged woman stood at the doorstep with a covered tray on her hands.

"Good morning ma'am," she greeted with a bow.

"Hello?" I replied curtly.

"I brought your breakfast ma'am, you didn't come down to the dining room so I decided to bring it up here," she said.

"Uhm... Who are you?" I furrowed my brows at her.

"My name is Helen, I'm the chief cook, the rest of the house workers are back too," she replied.

"Oh, uhm... Come in then," I mumbled, stepping away from the door and she walked in.

My gaze followed her every move as she walked towards the center table and dropped the tray, then bowed and left.

I couldn't help but wonder why she kept bowing to me? And referring to me as "ma'am"

Walking back to the bed, my eyes suddenly landed on a littl