"No, nothing's wrong..."
Ruth Upperton snapped back to reality and went downstairs with her, her gaze flicking towards Isabella Lindsey, seeing her still calmly reading the newspaper, she couldn't help but feel nauseous inside:
Good for you, you wild girl, pretending to be so pure!
Entering the kitchen.
She was full of rage, shouting, "Everyone stop working! Just make two dishes for lunch, spicy shredded potatoes and braised eggplant!"
"...Yes."
The few servants in the kitchen were busy, not knowing what kind of provocation the old lady had received again, she just said she wanted sea cucumber and abalone, but now changed to such ordinary home-cooked dishes...
Meanwhile.
Bertha Marley lay on the sofa in the living room, seemingly casually took out the bottle of medicine Henry Cooper had given her from her pocket, swallowed one pill, and instantly felt refreshed, as if all the soreness in her body had been washed away.
