Ready to Rule: The Real Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 112

Kylie seemed to realize the same thing. She turned to another maid and said, “Tina, Grace will keep looking after Lucinda. From now on, you’ll be taking care of Lydia.”

Tina wasn’t as experienced as Grace, but she’d been with the Norwood family for almost seven years. She was steady, hardworking, and even managed two other maids herself. This promotion was a good fit for her.

Tina looked stunned, but quickly stepped forward and nodded. “Yes, ma’am. Don’t worry, I’ll take excellent care of Miss Lydia.”

Lucinda was so irritated she could barely keep it together. If they wanted to give Lydia her own personal maid, why not just say so? Why drag Grace into it?

With Kylie watching, Lydia finished her milk without a word, then headed upstairs to her room.

Lucinda hurried after her and caught her just as Lydia was about to go in. “Hey, do you love Connor?”

Lydia turned, face calm and chilly. “Why do you care?”

“I do care,” Lucinda insisted. “Before you came back, he was my fiancé.”

The meaning was clear. You stole him from me.

“But he doesn’t even like you,” Lydia replied. She didn’t wait for a response, just opened her door and went inside.

Lucinda stared at the closed door, biting her lip so hard it almost hurt.

She was right.

It was only tonight that Lucinda finally had to admit that Connor probably didn’t like her at all. But if Lydia had never returned, Connor would still be her fiancé, and maybe—just maybe—he would fall for her in time.

Lydia had ruined everything.

“Miss Lucinda, it’s getting late. You should get some rest,” Grace said softly behind her.

“Men can change their minds. And Lydia’s always so cold and stiff. Who would want that over someone kind and gentle? As long as they haven’t got married, anything can happen. Don’t worry. I’ll always be on your side, no matter what.”

Lucinda felt her heart warm a little. “Grace, you’re so good to me. Better than my parents, honestly. All they care about now is Lydia. They don’t even think about how I feel.”

Grace patted her shoulder gently. “Miss Lucinda, you’re beautiful and thoughtful, so much better than Lydia in every way. Just wait. Sooner or later, they’ll realize who their real pride and joy is.”

“Yeah,” Lucinda sniffed, feeling a little better.

Meanwhile, Lydia went back to her room and took a shower. She had barely stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her hair, when her phone started ringing nonstop. She walked over, drying her hair, but by the time she picked up, the ringing had stopped. There were thirty-six missed calls.

She just stared at the screen, speechless.

Then, the phone lit up again. The caller ID read: Fiancé.