Chapter 1590


    The next morning dawned crisp and cold, with Serena gazing out at the manicuredwn of her family''s


    estate. The serenity was undeniable, yet the vast house felt empty. She was alone, save for the


    asional presence of the staff.


    Atst, Betty, the housekeeper, arrived with a basket, interrupting Serena''s solitude. "Hey, Betty."


    Serena called out, a hopeful lilt in her voice.


    "Why are you waiting out here, Serena? It’s chillye inside," Betty chided gently.


    Inside, Betty set down the breakfast tray, arranging the simple, yet familiar, toast, eggs, and bacon.


    Serena eyed the modest fare with a mix of gratitude and resignation, then sat down to eat.


    "Betty, the main house was so livelyst night. Was there something to celebrate?" Serena inquired,


    probing for gossip.


    "Oh, have you heard of Summer? The internationally famous singer? For three years, her fans have


    adored her music without ever seeing her face. She''s the most enigmatic figure on the global stage and


    a genius songwriter from Solterra. Guess what? That person is Ms. Be!" Betty eximed.


    Serena feigned shock, her eyes wide with mock surprise.


    "Last night, all the staff were after her for autographs and photos. Even Mr. and Mrs. Collins have


    be fans. They were all praising Ms. Be, and when she went to shower, they were singing her


    songs in the living room,ughing and having a grand old time."


    "I thought I heard singing and cheering." Serena mused, her heart sinking. She was enduring hardship


    here, while they were having fun, and her parents were amongst them, smiling.


    The staff were insufferable, fawning over Arabe, clinging to her coattails.


    When it had only been Serena, everyone had scrambled to please her.


    Such turncoats!


    After finishing her breakfast, Serena took out her own creations, cing them into the basket one by


    one.


    "I found some unopened flour and milk in the kitchen, so I followed an online tutorial and made some


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    milk biscuits for my parents and sister. Take them to them, will you?" she asked, her voice hopeful.


    Betty was impressed by the well-crafted biscuits, shaped like delicate blossoms, and Serena''s evident


    earnestness.


    "I also made soup. There''s fresh produce in the garden and some unopened cans of ham, so I whipped


    up three bowls of vegetable and ham soup. I''m not sure if it''s tasty or if they''ll like it."


    Serena carefully packed the bowls into the basket, then took out two neatly folded sheets of paper.


    "This letter is for my parents, and this one is for my sister. Could you please pass them on?"


    Her tone was sincere, that of someone seeking forgiveness and reconciliation. Betty felt moved by her


    gesture.


    "If your parents and Ms. Be see your homemade breakfast and read the letters, they''re sure to


    forgive you."


    "I just want them to be happy, not upset over me anymore. The holidays areing up." Serena''s


    voice trailed off as she looked out at the courtyard, her eyes reflecting a longing for freedom and her


    family''s affection.


    "I''ll deliver these right away, Serena!" Betty hurried off, finally reaching the dining area only to find that


    Keh and Louisa, along with Arabe, had finished their breakfast.


    Betty presented Serena''s breakfast and letters with haste, yet Louisa didn''t take the letters, barely


    ncing at the biscuits and soup before she stood and left the room.