Chapter 1549


    Serena stared at the array of dishes before her, so nd they defied description. The pang of hunger


    ultimately drove her to eat, though with great reluctance.


    "For breakfast tomorrow, I want cereal with milk, foie gras on toast, and eggs Benedict with caviar,"


    Serena''s demands trailed off as Betty interjected with an apologetic tone.


    "There''ll be no more special orders from now on."


    "What did you say?"


    "In other words, the chef isn''t going to whip up whatever you fancy anymore."


    Serena hadn''t expected her parents'' punishment to be so severe. Was she now to be denied even the


    simplest of culinary pleasures? Was she to be relegated to eating in fare, just like the servants?


    Were her parents treating her like one of the help? Wasn''t this punishment a bit too harsh?


    Even if she had spoken ill of Arabe at Mr. Albright''s birthday party, it wasn''t enough to warrant such a


    severe penalty, was it? And on top of that, she was still nursing her injuries.


    "Once you''re done eating, I should get going." Betty nced at the time and began to clear the table,


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    "Mrs. Collins only gave me an hour to deliver your meal."


    "You''re leaving too? Am I going to be alone in this house tonight?" Serena felt a twinge of fear. The


    house was too vast, ande nightfall, it felt rather eerie.


    "For the time being, yes. You''ll be on your own here, except during meal times," Betty confirmed.


    "Then who will clean for me? Who will water my nts? Who will do myundry and hang it up to dry?"


    "I''m not sure."


    Her responsibility was only to deliver meals.


    "Betty," Serena suddenly grasped her hand, "ever since Martha left, you''ve been the kindest to me in


    this house. Tell me the truth, how are my parents feeling? Do I have any chance of returning within the


    next couple of days?"


    "Mr. and Mrs. Collins are disappointed and heartbroken by your actions. They hardly touched their


    dinner, and Edith has been trying to console them."


    Serena quickly seized upon a key name, pressing further, "Edith? Is she attending to my parents this


    evening?"


    "Yes." Betty was unaware of the underlying tensions and spoke honestly, "Mr. and Mrs. Collins seemed


    alright before dinner, but afterwards, they looked quite upset, as if they were very angry."


    It must be Edith! With this thought, Serena clenched her fists in anger.


    Edith must have taken advantage of her absence, filling her parents'' ears with nder about her. They


    were close to forgiving her, but after hearing Edith''s words, they had be too upset to eat. Perhaps


    Edith had even tarnished Martha''s reputation.


    With these thoughts, Serena seethed with rage. As soon as she left this confinement, she vowed to


    make Edith pay.


    "Betty, could you possibly ask the chef to prepare a few tastier dishes for me tomorrow? I really can''t


    stomach such nd food." Serena cajoled, shaking Betty''s hand, "I can transfer some money to you


    and the chef. Just name your price."


    "Serena, I can''t do that." Betty hurriedly exined, "After the chef finishes cooking, Edith has to


    approve it, making sure the ingredients are simple and unadorned, before I can bring it to you. Mrs.


    Collins has said that from now on, whatever the chef prepares, that''s what you''ll eat. No morevish


    meals."