Chapter 121. The Chosen Family

The desert sand burned the soles of Leah's feet as she carried the water she had drawn for her master from the fountain on her head.

The child was kicking inside her womb, making the work even more painful.

She arrived with the bucket in the kitchen and a richly dressed woman in her fifties approached, standing very close as she watched Leah put the water into the pot on the stove to be boiled.

"Your master has already warned you not to strain yourself while carrying our child." The woman said, taking out a fan and starting to shake it.

Leah knew that she didn't really care about the child she was carrying, and that she secretly feared that it would be a boy, as she had seven girls and was also jealous of Leah's youth, as she was only twenty-two years old and if she bore a male child for the lord of the manor, it would all serve to make her the next lady of the house.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." Leah said, holding ba