“Stop talking nonsense.” Ethan interrupted sharply, his brows furrowing into a deep V.
“Isn't it true?” Victor persisted, unwilling to give up.
“No, it isn't.”
“Alright then.” Seeing Ethan's reluctance to say more, Victor decided not to press further. “I have some matters to attend to, so I'll get going. You should head back and rest as well.”
Ethan stood outside the hospital room, his eyes fixed on Claire. After a long moment, he slowly turned around and walked away with heavy steps.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows into the spacious, bright kitchen of the Linwood family estate.
May stood at the kitchen counter, carefully packing the meal she had prepared for Claire into a thermal container. These dishes were made specially for Claire, with the hope that eating well might lift her spirits during her hospital stay.
Just as May reached for the nourishing broth, a delicate hand suddenly stretched over to grab it.
Looking up, May saw Vanessa about to take the broth. Without thinking, she quickly intervened, “Miss Vanessa, this is for Miss Claire.”
Vanessa squinted her eyes, her tone dripping with arrogance and disdain. “May, remember your place. You're just a servant of the Linwood family, not its mistress.”
May froze. She knew she had no right to lecture Vanessa, yet Vanessa seemed oblivious to her own status.
With a sigh, May pleaded, “Miss Vanessa, Miss Claire is injured. This broth is meant to help her recover.”
Vanessa's face turned sharp and bitter, a cold laugh escaping her lips. “Oh? So she deserves to recover, but I don't?”
“Miss Vanessa, that's not what I meant.” May tried to clarify, “I meant that Miss Claire is very weak right now, and this is the only nourishing broth left. I wanted her to have it for extra nutrition.”
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