Serena’s POV
I slumped into the lounge chair on the balcony, letting the sunlight wash over me while boredom slowly ate away at my sanity. Even after a nap, exhaustion still clung to me like a second skin. Probably because I've been cooped up in this mansion for what feels like forever with zero physical activity.
When I heard the soft knock on the door, I perked up at the prospect of any distraction.
"Come in," I called, trying not to sound too eager.
The butler stepped in with his perpetually perfect posture. "Madam, Dr. Lay is here to see you."
I acknowledged him with a lazy "Mmm" and slipped my feet into my slippers before heading downstairs. Ryan had been insistent about these medical checkups every three days—all for the wellbeing of me and our little one, he'd say.
