CHAPTER 202~3RD PERSON'S POV~Mary and Nicole sat quietly on opposite couches in the living room of Lady Anaya's house. Mary stared down at the table between them, trying to figure out what to say to her aunt. It had been a very long time since she set eyes on Miss Nicole, and the atmosphere in the room felt very dense, probably due to the conversation they had the last time. “Umm, I'm sorry I argued.” Mary was about to speak when Nicole raised her palm to stop her. Edith walked into the living room with a cup of tea and a ceramic bowl of sliced fruit. She placed them on the table and said to Nicole with a smile, “If you need anything else please don't hesitate to call me.” “Thank you, Edith. My deepest condolences for the loss of Lady Anaya. She was a great woman. A woman that none of the others can measure up to. She will be remembered for generations to come,” Nicole said with a soft smile.“Thank you, Miss Nicole. I'll be in the kitchen,” Edith said as a smile formed on her fac

CHAPTER 204 ~3RD PERSON'S POV~ Loud and cheerful sounds filled the cafeteria as Lunaris, Marian, Lily, Valerie, and Angela laughed and joked together at a round table during breakfast. Lunaris had already started to mingle with and get close to Gabriella's friends. She was nice and easy-going. She had always wanted to sit together with mortals and live with them through their short, happy lives, not just watch them from far above. Every maid in the mansion had fallen in love with her down-to-earth personality, except one. Marie watched the girls with a scornful look as they laughed among each other. She stood behind the serving counter, cleaning a ceramic dish with a thick cloth. She no longer needed to wear her blindfold, as everyone knew what her eyes looked like and accepted her the way she was. “She’s a really nice person, isn't she?” Christine said with a smile on her face, stopping beside Marie. Marie turned to her, stared for a moment, then turned back to the dish she

CHAPTER 206~3RD PERSON'S POV~~13 years ago~A twelve-year-old Steven kneeled quietly in front of a burning tree. He let out slow, soft breaths as he stared at the raging flames with fear in his eyes. His face and white clothes were stained with ash, and his black hair was a mess. Laying in his arms was a young girl who had blond hair and light skin. She wore a bright yellow dress and had elbow-length, translucent gloves on both arms. She sobbed silently into Steven's chest as the cackling sounds from the flames resounded in her ears.Steven gently placed his palm on her head and spoke softly.“It's okay… You're safe now, Evelyn.”~Present day~Steven sat quietly in his office, doing what he usually does: staring at his papers. After examining a few documents, he raised his head and let out a soft sigh. He gently sank into his seat’s backrest and stared at the office door. Steven didn't look like it, but he was very worried. He thought about all the things Evelyn had done to him in

CHAPTER 208~3RD PERSON'S POV~Cynthia marched into the cafeteria early in the morning, holding a clipboard with both her hands. Two other maids followed behind her with smiles on their faces. One carried a large, empty basket, and the other carried a wooden tray. Marie and Clarabelle stared at Cynthia silently as she walked to the centre of the cafeteria.“What’s she up to now?” Marie asked, squinting her eyes.“She’s just a young, excited maid. I don't think you should take her so seriously, Marie,” Clarabelle said, turning back to Marie.Cynthia stopped at the centre of the cafeteria, then took a deep breath.“Good morning, fair ladies of the Mortimer mansion,” she said loudly.“Good morning, Madame Cynthia.” All the maids in the cafeteria replied in unison. “Madame?” Clarabelle asked.“Yeah, the last time she did this, she said everyone should refer to her as Madame now that she's an assistant to the head maid. She's so annoying,” Marie replied. “As you all know, the headmaid is

CHAPTER 210~3RD PERSON'S POV~Edith stood in a large, white kitchen with some other maids, cutting up some vegetables for dinner. The other maids cleaned up dishes, cut up spices and fruits, and cooked up other things in pots of different sizes, working together in perfect harmony. With the aroma that serenaded the entire house, one would think a feast was being prepared. Edith's eyes were focused on a carrot she was slicing. She seemed to be taking a lot more time than usual. Her face seemed bothered by something.“How did you come to work for the dragon family?” Mary's last question resounded in her head. Her chopping suddenly got faster and faster as different sounds filled her ears. Memories she didn't want to remember started to flood in, and as the knife cut through her left index finger, she was instantly snapped out of her reverie.She turned to the finger and watched the wound heal itself almost instantly, then she turned back to the carrot, which had now been stained by he