[Flashback]
Betty stared at the untouched food on the tray meant for Ashley. Her lips pressed into a thin line before she lifted her gaze to the woman lying on the bed.
Ashley’s complexion had faded, and she lay on her side in the dim, unlit master bedroom.
"Madam, you haven’t eaten anything today," Betty said quietly, finally mustering the courage to speak her mind. "If this continues, you might die."
As expected, there was no response from Ashley.
Betty let out a deep exhale as she picked up the tray, glancing at the madam’s back again. "I’ll come back with some soup or something. Do you prefer anything?"
Still, no answer.
"I’ll come back," was all she could say before leaving to prepare something warm.
It had been months since Betty had been assigned to care for Ashley. After all, anyone who worked for her often ended up hurt. Ashley had been growing more uncontrollable by the day and more violent. The maids were rotated out before things escalated too far.
Yet for some reason, Ashley never hurt Betty.
In other words, Betty had become everyone’s last hope of calming her down.
Soon, Betty returned to the master bedroom. Ashley hadn’t moved an inch. Even when Betty tried to talk to her or coax her into eating, Ashley remained like a withered flower.
Seated on the edge of the bed, Betty stared at the madam, who now reclined against the headboard. Ashley’s head was turned slightly, her empty eyes staring into nothingness. Her attempts to escape had grown scarce lately, and everyone could tell—she had likely given up.
And this... wasn’t just another hunger strike.
Ashley was trying to kill herself.
"I’m sorry..."
Ashley slowly shifted her gaze toward Betty.
Betty gulped and forced a smile. "I’m..." she trailed off. "...sorry, Madam."
Ashley wanted to ask why this little maid was apologizing, but she didn’t. Just by looking at Betty, she already knew. The girl was apologizing simply because she felt sorry.
Betty cleared her throat. "Madam, I know it’s hard for you to trust anyone. But... I’ll be on your side."
"Why?"
Finally, Ashley spoke—the same Ashley who hadn’t eaten, talked, or even gotten out of bed.
"Huh?" Betty blinked in surprise before blurting out, "Because I work for you."
Ashley tilted her head slightly, then let out a faint scoff, ignoring both the maid and the soup she had brought.
At that time, Ashley didn’t think much of it. In her mind, it was impossible. Betty worked for Dominion. She worked for Lucian. Who knew? Perhaps Lucian had ordered the maid to gain her trust, knowing Ashley was hanging by the last thread of her sanity.
It was only later that Ashley realized Betty had meant it literally. Though Lucian still paid her, he had instructed Betty to serve Ashley alone—that she worked for Ashley, not Dominion, nor him.
But Ashley realized it too late, only after she held Betty’s bloodied body, after the maid used herself as a shield to protect her.
Ashley hadn’t trusted Betty. But from beginning to end, Betty had remained true to her.
And if Ashley had saved people she disliked in Dominion simply because they were necessary for Lucian’s safety... what more for someone like Betty?
Someone willing to stand by her against all odds?
In this lifetime, Ashley was more than willing to trust this woman with all her heart.
[Present Time]

[Work for me.]
Not to mention... once Ma’am Nicki returns from her mission... things will definitely change... won’t they?
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