"If the coffee is spoiled, it can be remade. It's just wasting some beans. But if something goes wrong with the work, what should be done?"
She smiled gently, her gaze quietly landing on that person's face.
It wasn't simply about making things difficult.
It was a release after prolonged suppression.
Memories suddenly flipped back to those fragmented images from the past.
She seemed to have returned to that dreary winter when Lana Lowell returned to this house as the true heiress.
The moment her identity was revealed, the entire air of the household changed.
The servants who once greeted her with smiles now wore different expressions within just a few days.
No one dared to come within three meters of her room to clean.
Dust accumulated on the windowsill and door frame, and cobwebs quietly formed in the corners.
Dirty clothes piled up in the bin, emitting a faint musty smell, and no one touched them.
