They Called Me Heartless So Reborn I Watched Them Self Destruct novel Chapter 7

7- The Real Fear

Arabella Toussaint: 1

Murderer’s sister? I lowered my gaze in shame.

“She is filthy!” Someone from the crowd spoke, and the rest found it funny because they laughed.

“I’m Helena!” The woman told me, “I’m the head Housekeeper.” She then pointed towards the overflowing baskets. “This needs washing… and the baskets over there… those washed clothes need to be folded.”

I couldn’t even nod due to exhaustion. Helena must have taken it the wrong way because she smirked. “What? Too much work for a princess?” She pointed towards my knees. “Stay on your knees. My eyes are on you, don’t forget that.” She pointed her two fingers towards her own eyes.

I nodded and crawled towards the baskets. The room swayed, and I could still hear them laughing.

“Pathetic. I’ll miss our Princess Anika when I look at her face,” Someone muttered, and the rest of them nodded their heads.

Ignoring them, I went to the pile of washed clothes and started folding them. As a former slave, I knew they needed to be sent for ironing.

My stomach growled painfully, and my arms felt heavy. But the hatred on the Royal family’s faces kept me going. The only thing I had learned in life was to keep going if I wanted a piece of bread.

I tried to ignore my empty stomach and got busy with work when the memory of the beast surfaced in my thoughts. For the first time that day, I smiled faintly.

Whoever he was, he had saved my life. If not for him, I would still be lying dead somewhere in that forest.

***

I stared at the warm bun in my hands in disbelief. The soft bread nearly sank beneath my fingers when I tore it apart.

My eyes widened when I saw strawberry jam inside. For a moment, I stared at it. There was a small carton of mango smoothie beside my plate.

I had never been given this kind of food in my entire life. Maybe when my

mother was alive.

The thought made my smile fade for a second, but I quickly pushed it away. All the servants around me were busy eating, though I could feel their curious glances.

Without wasting a second, I took a huge bite and man…

My eyes nearly rolled back. Sweet Moon Goddess. This was… delicious. I took another bite. Then another. And another.

The conversations around me slowly died down. By the time I looked up, several servants were staring openly. One of them was holding her bun halfway to her mouth.

I blinked in confusion. Were they planning to eat mine, too? In the Blackthorn pack, I was served the leftovers, but here…

Here I was eating the freshly baked bun, and this strawberry jam was delicious.

Now? But why?

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