Lady Saint, smiling slyly, said,
“I never thought a young woman like you would remind me of him.”
“If you hadn’t helped me that day, I might have stupidly choked on the vomit I swallowed back.”
“Don’t say that. You would never have done that.”
Deborah spoke firmly, but Lady Saint truly believed it could have happened.
Suppressing vomit was a bad habit of Lady Saint’s, often causing her to suffer from choking.
Two people had scolded her for this habit.
“Him and this girl.”
Perhaps Deborah had been saving Lady Saint not just on the day they met but throughout all the time they spent together.
“She wouldn’t admit it, though.”
Lady Saint, with a languid smile, said,
“I still can’t forget the taste of the mint tea and lemon ginger preserves you gave me. They were such a help.”
“I’m glad I could help, but anyone would have assisted you in my place.”
“You always respond like that.”
Modesty is a virtue, timeless through the ages. But to Lady Saint, Deborah could afford to be a bit more assertive.
“I hate to see you swallow your wise words in the name of modesty.”
“Me, wise?”
“Again, you see?”
Lady Saint frowned playfully. Deborah smiled awkwardly.
“Anyway, as I said at first, I hope you stay here.”
Deborah knew Lady Saint would say that. After all, she was the one who sent her here.
Still, she hadn’t given up hope.
“Maybe I can reason with her better than with Zen.”
“Thank you for thinking highly of me, Lady. But I’m a widow, still in mourning. It’s inappropriate for me to be a lady’s maid. People will talk.”
“Deborah! Is that the fifth time you’ve used that excuse?”
Lady Saint spoke with a kind smile. Deborah nodded.
“And every time I say it, you pretend not to hear.”
“Oh dear, did I?”
Lady Saint laughed, hand on her cheek.
“But you still agreed to the interview.”
“Only because I thought I’d be rejected.”
“Oh, honesty! But you got the job.”
“I don’t understand why Mr. Baker chose me… Just because I got the job doesn’t change anything. I’m still not suitable to be a lady’s maid, as you know.”
Deborah pleaded earnestly.
“Lady, I don’t want to cause trouble for anyone, especially someone with a deep connection to you.”
“Hmm. Consider this, Deborah.”
Lady Saint put down her teacup.
“Is there really a better option than you?”
Caught off guard by the question, Deborah momentarily lost her words but soon recalled the crowd she had seen the previous day.
“Of course. There were many women, both in appearance and in education, who surpassed me!”
“Not that. Other than that.”
Other than that? Deborah looked puzzled at Lady Saint.
Lady Saint continued, observing Deborah’s enjoyment.
“The future mistress of this house, the daughter of the Earl of Blythe, grew up in poverty in the countryside. Lacking education and very frail.”
Deborah knew about it, perhaps even better than Lady Saint describing Diya’s flaws.
“For that young lady, the social circles of the capital are like a gathering of starving dogs. She needs someone kind to comfort her.”
“There are many kinder people than me.”
“It’s possible. But it’s not easy to find such a person with just one interview.”
Lady Saint’s words were true. In the original story, they hadn’t intentionally hired a bad lady’s maid. Yet, Diya still ended up wearing outdated clothes and faced petty but certain humiliation.
“But even so…”
Lady Saint didn’t miss Deborah’s hesitation.
“Dear, you are a genuinely good person I can vouch for. Someone who can truly care for others. How many like you exist in this era?”
It was a time of great turmoil. Never before in history had industrial technology advanced so rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, something progresses, and something else becomes obsolete. That ‘something’ could be an individual or an entire society.
People struggled daily to survive in this era, making it hard to find someone who genuinely cared for others.
“Deborah, I see no better choice than you for this. I understand if you feel burdened, so I’d like to make a proposal. How about it?”
Lady Saint continued.
“Just stay in this family until she officially becomes Mrs. Baker.”
“What?”
Deborah involuntarily raised her voice, quickly covering her mouth, but the shock remained.
“Become Mrs. Baker” – in the original story, Diya married immediately upon arriving in the capital, and the lady’s maid came after the wedding.
“Haha, does it seem too far away? It won’t be long. At most a year?”
At most a year – from Deborah’s perspective, who knew the original story, it felt like an eternity.
Cold sweat began to form on her hands.
“Destiny has changed.”
And the first setting of the story had shifted. But why?
“Because of me?”
Deborah clenched her dress discreetly, pondering.
What had she done to alter fate?
No matter how much she thought, she couldn’t guess.
“Please, Deborah. Could you stay by her side for a bit? And then return to me.”
Lady Saint’s voice was kind, but Deborah felt cornered.
Why She Is Still Unmoved (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: He uses various methods to seek her affection, but she remains unmoved.
Synopsis:
Si Qingyu is a doctor who has saved countless lives and enjoys tranquility.
Luo Shaoxuan is ruthless, deeply scheming, and the top young master in the capital. He admires Si Qingyu.
Luo Shaoxuan: I want to be the only one in your eyes and heart.
Features a cold and calm female lead vs A noble and scheming male lead.
There will be both sweetness and torture towards the male after their marriage.
