Cecilia's POV
I walked into the dinning room and saw Elina setting up the table, immediately she saw me, she rushed over to me.
"Bella! You shouldn't be standing by now." She walked with me to the armchair and made sure I was sitting comfortably.
"But I'm fine." I said, staring at her.
"No, you are not." She shook her head.
"My brother said you must remain in bed until you are fully better. I don't want anyone to scold me." She fumbled while crossing her arms and I smirked.
"Honestly, I'm fine. Thanks to you and your brother." I said sincerely with a warm smile.
"What are you doing? Can I help?" I attempted to stand but she pulled me down with a smile.
"Never. Do you want my brother to scold me for stressing his patient? I can't overwork you." She strolled to the dining room.
"I'm making rice, steamed beef, chicken soup, and chicken salad." She sang, displaying them on the table.