"I truly don't know what the young master is thinking," the maid sighed regretfully. "But, young madam, to be fair, the old master and madam have treated you well. It's just that once children grow up, even parents can do little."
"I know. That's why I stayed behind to cook for her," Claire replied.
"You're remarkable, young madam. The old lady certainly wasn't mistaken about you," the maid praised sincerely.
Claire gave a bitter smile. "I'm only repaying their kindness. But no matter how well she treats me, I can never compare to her grandson. All she really wants is for me not to take Adam away."
The maid fell silent. Indeed, wasn't that the truth? After all, who could truly go against their own blood? Claire understood everything clearly. The real pity was that the young master never cherished her. Otherwise, what a blissful family they might have been.
