His Eagle Eyes on Me

The old woman's last words echoed in her mind, followed by her devastated cries.

...

Two days later, Irene arrived at the Woods' mansion after settling the old woman's funeral.

Ever since the old woman had fallen sick, Irene had been working in the kitchen of the Woods family's mansion.

The money that the old woman earned each month was sufficient to support Irene through college. Being the grateful child she was, Irene would help with chores in the Woods' mansion whenever she had time. This was after the old woman had secured a job in the mansion.

All the servants in the mansion knew Irene and took rather good care of her.

"Irene, how's your grandma? Are you still going to work here? The butler asked about her yesterday!" a servant who knew Irene asked.

"Mrs. Flores, my grandma has passed away," Irene muttered while lowering her gaze.

You will exhaust yourself, working between jobs while balancing school as you take care of your

"I'm fine."

hard to watch. Now, she is free from her pain. Talk to the butler later and beg him to let you stay, or you won't be able to

"Thank you, Mrs. Flores."

of bread. "This is the leftovers from breakfast. Eat this! I feel

uncomfortable whenever

took a bite of the bread, before turning around

had not been able to control her tears ever since the old woman's passing, which was what happened at that moment. She chewed on

her eyes, she

best friend back in Hightide Church, Rose, was having her eighteenth birthday party. In the photo, Rose wore a sophisticated tiara on top of her pale, long hair, dressed in a

with her eyes closed as she made her

Irene finished the bread, she wiped her tears away

social media account. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in

moments from her life on social media, and she always posted a photo of Rose celebrating her birthday every year. It was the reason Irene