Chapter 19
GEORGIA'S POV
The next time I opened my eyes, sunlight was streaming through the open window, dancing across my face.
"Good morning, ma'am," a soft voice said. I tilted my head, my neck feeling stiff, to see a maid standing by the bed.
"What... what happened?" I croaked.
She stepped closer, her expression sympathetic. "You collapsed. We had to rush you to the hospital. The doctor said you had pushed yourself too far—complete physical, mental, and emotional exhaustion."
I let out a sharp groan. "Mental and emotional? Is he a psychic now? I was perfectly fine yesterday morning before I was forced to work like I had the strength of twenty people," I snapped. She just gave me a small, knowing smile.
I didn't want Jaime to think for a single second that he was winning. He had declared us enemies, and he was clearly enjoying the torture, but I refused to show him how defeated I actually felt. No matter how much my soul ached, I had to hide my weakness.
