“Did you hear that? You should learn a thing or two from your sister!” Adrian snapped. The sight of this ungrateful daughter filled him with anger. She was nothing but trouble, born to cause problems.
“Dad, don’t be angry. It’s not good for your health. I’ll make sure to teach my sister better in the future.”
Mara gently patted Adrian’s back to soothe him. Her touch was the only thing that could soothe him; she was the only one in the house who truly cared.
“I’m asking you, where is Rachel?” Mira repeated, ignoring them.
Everyone at the table glared at her. Even Ethan, who always tried to keep the peace, looked at her with disappointment.
“Rachel wasn’t feeling well, so she went to rest,” Tessa, who was cleaning up in the kitchen, answered.
“What’s wrong with her?”
“I… I don’t know. Probably… probably just a cold.”
Tessa’s eyes darted away as she spoke.
Rivalries were common among the staff. Even in a wealthy household, there was a hierarchy among the servants, and they were always vying for position.
If Rachel couldn't work, Tessa could become the head cook. That meant a higher salary and more authority. She would no longer be under Rachel's direction and could even give orders to the other servants.
Mira knew all about their little schemes from her past life.
She was skeptical. After dropping her bag in her room, she headed straight for the servants' quarters.
Her gut told her something was wrong with Rachel.
Rachel had raised Mira, always showing her warmth and concern. Though she was a servant, they shared a deep bond.
She was the only person in this house who had been kind to Mira in both of her lives.
In her past life, after Mira had died, the whole family had rushed to console the delicate and pretentious Mara, who was only pretending to be shocked. Only Rachel had gone to Mira’s side.
Mira, then a lingering spirit, had watched as Rachel cradled her body, sobbing uncontrollably.

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