The scent of wet earth and the damp air filled the room. The attic was usually clammy on rainy days, but today Whitney didn’t mind. As she ate the warm soup and looked outside, her gaze dropped.
“Madam! Please don’t dismiss me! I have nowhere to go! I trusted you, how can you turn me away!”
“Shut up! You’re noisy! Either shut your mouth or leave. It’s my decision to fire you. You should’ve done your job properly. How dare you make decisions on your own?!”
The butler’s voice, dragged out by the servants, echoed outside the mansion.
Cecilia had fired the butler after hearing Whitney’s words. Hallao, who had always ignored Whitney and acted superior, insisted he was being treated unfairly, but it was no use.
Rael covered her mouth with her hand, shocked at the miserable sight of the butler.
“You’ll regret this! You’ll regret it when I’m gone!”
Whitney hadn’t expected such a quick decision.
She tore off a piece of soft bread, soaked it in the soup, and watched the butler’s pitiful state. Despite everything, after her father’s death, to fire someone who had been with the ducal mansion for all these years seemed harsh.
It had been 11 years.
It took Cecilia less than a week to take over the ducal mansion after her father’s absence and fill it with her own people, but those she picked had done well, always obediently following her commands.
“People in the ducal mansion seem to regret a lot. Don’t they?”
“……Did you, I mean, did Lady Whitney order the butler’s dismissal?”
Rael quickly corrected her manner of addressing Whitney. Whitney, with a liberated expression, watched the butler sprawled on the ground and spoke.
“I just mentioned it to mother. Not reporting correctly is a failure of the butler’s duty. We can’t let the ducal mansion go to ruin.”
Rael straightened up, looking tense. Seeing her gaze lower under Whitney’s scrutiny, a smirk crossed Whitney’s lips.
“I’d appreciate it if you could pay more attention to the food in the future. Like desserts. And make sure there’s no tampering with the food. Am I asking too much?”
“No, not at all. Don’t worry about the meals I bring to you, Lady Whitney.”
Rael’s smile was forced. Whitney knew it wouldn’t be easy to change things with just one incident, but she was satisfied that she had initiated a change.
‘This is how I start making changes.’
But if she stayed passive, her mother would fill the place with her own people again.
‘I need to find an information broker.’
The plan was to find and gather her father’s supporters scattered around the ducal mansion. She had secretly sent a letter to her aunt, but had not received a reply yet.
Perhaps her aunt was weighing the benefits and drawbacks. Whether supporting her would be advantageous or not. Whitney desperately needed her aunt’s help.
‘If she becomes my guardian, things would be much easier.’
There could also be progress in her relationship with Cheston. Knowing her position in the ducal mansion, he might see her more as a liability than an asset. Whitney hoped the herbs she had given him would be effective.
‘I don’t understand why I smelled the fragrance of Libenia on His Highness, but if he’s taking it, there should definitely be some improvement.’
Whitney watched the drizzling rain and moved away from the window. She gazed at the butler, sprawled on the ground, wailing, then closed the window.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
