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As Charlotte was leaving Zachary’s room for lunch, she ran into Cynthia, who was holding a first aid kit in her hands.

The unexpected coincidence made Cynthia fret. Frantically, she stepped aside to make way for Charlotte.

The latter took a quick glance at her, then walked past her.

Cynthia was so anxious that she waited until Charlotte had gone downstairs before she lifted her head to look at her.

An indescribable feeling of hatred and jealousy crept up on her as she gazed at Charlotte’s back.

Windt, lunch is ready.” Mrs. Rawlston enthusiastically invited Charlotte over to the dining table. Waving at her, she exclaimed, “I have prepared all of these just for you. There are hot cross bunnies

sumptuous spread on the table, Charlotte was

your return for two long years.” Mrs. Rawlston doted on Charlotte like a close family member. Her gaze was warm and friendly. “I remember every single dish that you love

you, Mrs. Rawlston.” Charlotte was

senior housekeepers have been treating me, it suddenly dawns

a napkin on Charlotte’s lap. “Robbie and Jamie couldn’t wait any longer, so they have both eaten. I guess they are probably asleep by now. Mr. Zachary will be joining you

right,” Charlotte

asked carefully, “Ms. Windt…” She faltered before adding, “Where’s Mrs. Berry?

name. The silver spoon fell off her hand and landed on the plate with a crisp

became really good friends

Berry has passed on,” lowering her

her senses, she queried further, “What happened? She was perfectly fine when she left. We even made plans to return to the countryside

In a quavering

her heart sank. “What about

struggled to imagine what Charlotte had gone