?Chapter 313:


    There was silence once more.


    Marissa felt puzzled and posed the question again. “What’s wrong?”


    Rachel managed a forced smile and cautiously spoke. “Tiffany, I’ve always treated you like my own daughter, so can I speak openly? You won’t be upset, will you?”


    Marissa shook her head. “I won’t be upset.”


    “Then, okay. I’ll say it.”


    “Go on.”


    “Tiffany, aren’t you being too harsh on Rita?”


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    Marissa blinked.


    Rachel went on, “Rita is diligent and skilled. She not only takes excellent care of Lawrence and Lindsay, but she also handles all the tough and exhausting chores, essentially doing the job of multiple people, almost making the other servants redundant.”


    Marissa rubbed her nose. “Isn’t it beneficial to have such a diligent and skilled helper?”


    Rachel smiled. “It is, but we shouldn’t take advantage of her. Rita is busy all day. Just watching her tires me out. When I tell her to take a break, she refuses. The most critical thing is…” She paused, struggling to find the right words. “The most critical thing is, she doesn’t eat!”


    Marissa pursed her lips. She had indeed forgotten to talk about the eating issue with Rita.


    Then, Ruth interjected, “Tiffany, did you say something to frighten Rita so that she doesn’t dare to rest or eat? I also heard from Le that you pay Rita only three hundred dors a month. Isn’t that too—” She nearly said “inhumane,” but she caught herself, recalling that the person before her was her beloved granddaughter.


    “Of course not, how could I?” Marissa quickly fabricated a lie to cover up. “Rita grew up in a vige and has loved doing housework since she was a child. She feels uneasy if she’s not busy. She’s a hard worker, so let her be. There’s no need to worry about it.


    As for the sry, three hundred was just a joke. I actually pay her three hundred thousand a year. As for her skipping meals, she had too many snacksst night and isn’t hungry. She’ll…”


    Upon hearing Marissa’s exnation, the Sanchez family seemed convinced, and their expressions eased.


    Ruth chuckled. “I knew it. Tiffany is so caring. How could she mistreat a nanny?” She yfully tapped Le’s forehead. “You silly girl, you took a joke seriously and made us misunderstand Tiffany.”


    Le pouted, still doubtful but unable to specify her doubts.


    “Anything else? If not, go upstairs to rest,” Marissa said with a smile.


    Rachel handed Marissa a food box. “Rita hasn’t eaten all day and might be hungryter. I had someone prepare this food for her. Please take it to her. We need to treat well the girl who has left her home to work for us.”


    “Okay.” Marissa took the food box and headed upstairs.


    In the room, the two little ones were already asleep, with Rita quietly keeping watch.


    Upon seeing Marissa enter, Rita greeted her. “Boss!”


    Marissa opened the food box, started eating, and advised, “Don’t work so hard tomorrow. Let the other servants handle some tasks, and remember to eat something.”


    Rita asked with no expression, “Boss, how do I eat?”


    Marissa chuckled and nced at her. “I didn’t mean for you to actually eat. Just take some food at mealtime, tell people you’re going to eat in the yard, and then secretly feed it to Huey. We don’t want everyone thinking you’re surviving on sheer willpower alone.”


    Huey was the Sanchez family’s pet, arge skan Mmute.


    “Okay, boss,” Rita replied.


    After finishing the food, Marissa sent Rita to her room. After taking a bath and changing her clothes, she discreetly slipped the tracker-recorder into her hair. She then snuggled with the two little ones until she fell asleep.


    At precisely midnight, she woke up, climbed onto her motorbike, and left the house once more


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