"D-don''t try to scare me! I already told you what happened. There were some


    leftovers in the kitchen, and I wanted to take them home for my grandson. You not only stopped me but gave me a nasty look. That''s why I resented you and switched your medicine."


    Gina''s hands were clenched into tight fists, her body trembling slightly—a clear sign of guilt. But she stubbornly continued her lie.


    "It''s not like anything happened to you! Are you trying to get me a death sentence over something so trivial?"


    Yvonne let out a coldugh. The woman was truly shameless.


    "Attempted murder might not get you the death penalty, but you will go to prison. Once you have a criminal record, you''ll never work in domestic service again. Your children will also be affected-they won''t be able to pass the background checks for government jobs or the military."


    Yvonne spoke slowly, her tone casual. "If you don''t want to name the person behind this, then don''t. I don''t like to force people. If you enjoy taking the fall for others so much, then by all means, enjoy your prison food."


    With that, Yvonne stood up and walked toward the door.


    As she left the interrogation room, she could hear Gina''s panicked, helpless sobs from behind the closed door. But even then, Gina didn''t dare to expose Queena.


    It seemed Queena had some serious leverage over her.


    Yvonne felt another pang of sympathy for the original girl. Queena was a maniptive schemer who had spent years entrenching herself in the Spencer family. The original Yvonne, a simple-minded and naive girl, never stood a chance.


    It was evening when Yvonne returned to the Spencer manor.


    In the dining room, the four members of the Spencer family were enjoying their dinner. The table wasden with delicious food, and the room was filled withughter.


    They clearly weren''t concerned about a mere servant like Gina. And just as clearly, they weren''t concerned about their biological daughter, Yvonne.


    When Yvonne walked into the dining room, the warm atmosphere instantly shattered. The air grew still, and the four of them looked at her as if she were an intruder.


    The original Yvonne would have been heartbroken enough to cry.


    But this Yvonne didn''t care. She ignored their stares, sat down in her usual spot, and gestured to a maid. "A fork and knife, please."


    After Yvonne had dealt with Gina, the other servants no longer dared to antagonize her. A clean set of silverware was promptly brought over.


    Yvonne began to eat. She was starving.


    Seeing her act as if nothing had happened, George''s temper red. He mmed his utensils on the table with a loud bang.


    "So you decided toe back!" he roared, pointing a finger at Yvonne. "You disgraceful thing! Making a meuntatrout of molebilf and a dragging the police into it. Haven''t you embarrassed this family enough?"


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    Queena watched Yvonne with wide, teary eyes, but there was a clear glint of provocation in them.


    "Gina has worked for our family for over twenty years," she said softly. "She practically raised my brother and me. Even if she made a mistake, she deserves some consideration. She must have just been confused for a moment."


    "Yvonne, can''t you find it in your heart to forgive her just this once?" Queena


    pleaded, a single crocodile tear rolling down her cheek.


    Teresa nodded in agreement. "Your


    sister is right, Yvonne. Since you''re unharmed, you should just sign a letter of forgiveness. One should be merciful when possible. That is the mark of a truedy."


    Teresa''s tone was gentle, but it wasden with disapproval and me.


    Yvonne paused, her hand holding her fork frozen mid-air. She let out a quiet, coldugh.