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    The rejection stung. Sandra realized that they might allow her to live under their roof, but they had no intention of offering any help to her. Her heart sank with disappointment. Moisture blurred her vision as she thought bitterly. Was she only wee to eat their meals and sleep in their home, without a single advantage beyond that?


    She said, “Dad, I’m running out of money. Could you at least give me a small allowance? I promise I won’t ask for much—”


    Before Sandra could finish speaking, Giselle cut her off with a scornfulugh, saying, “You’re no different from your mother, here only to ask for money. I’ll make this in for you. When my children were still studying, we gave them pocket money. It wasn’t a fortune—only a hundred thousand a month. But once they graduated, that support ended. Sandra, you ought to follow their example and earn for yourself. None of my childrenes asking me for money anymore. In fact, they even buy me gifts asionally.”


    The words pierced Sandra, and though she wanted to argue, she swallowed the protest. Her teeth sank into her lip as she fought against the tears burning in her eyes. “I understand.”


    “That’s better. Now go to your room. If you require anything, speak with the housekeeper.”


    Sandra trailed behind Julia up to the third floor.


    The room she was led into had once been Rosie’s, and it had stood empty ever since her departure.<fn67c1> Latest content published on find?novel</fn67c1>


    “This used to belong to Miss Rosie Harper,” Julia exined. “She was the wife of Prince Maxley of Plieca, but not long ago, she was assassinated. If you don’t mind, you may use everything left here—clothes, cosmetics, whatever you like. Otherwise, I’ll arrange for it all to be thrown away.”


    She then swung open the wardrobe doors.


    Sandra’s eyes widened. Rows of elegant garments filled the space, many of them untouched. To her surprise, several still bore their price tags, and the styles were nothing short of exquisite.


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    She lifted a few tags and was stunned to discover that every piece matched her size perfectly.


    A dilemma gnawed at her. If she epted these, it would appear as though she was settling for what someone else had left behind, as if she were only worthy of secondhand things. Yet refusing them meant relying on her own money to buy luxury clothes, and she was broke. Right now, she couldn’t afford even the simplest item here, much less an entire wardrobe of high-end pieces.


    “Keep them. It would be a waste to discard such fine clothes,” Sandra said after a pause. “Leave the ones with tags, but remove the rest.”


    When her eyes shifted toward Julia, she caught a fleeting trace of contempt. The realization stung—how could even a housekeeper dare to look down on her?


    Frustration red, and she snapped, “What’s with that look? Do you think I’m beneath you?”


    Julia straightened instantly, her tone turning deferential. Though Sandra was unwanted by the Harper family, Julia understood her own ce. As a servant, she had no right to show scorn toward Sandra.


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