Bella's POV
Genevieve moved toward me, ready to help me stand, but Jasper stepped into her path. "Take Lady Genevieve back to her quarters."
The servants obeyed without question. They guided Genevieve away with gentle but unyielding hands.
I kept my eyes fixed forward, my face a mask, my gaze cold and distant.
If Ursula weren't ill, I wouldn't spend another moment in this estate. Just existing here twisted my stomach into knots.
The courtyard cleared quickly. Everyone vanished.
Phoebe and Daisy lingered nearby, heads down, afraid to even breathe too loudly.
Jasper had been clear—no one could approach me. Even if they wanted to intervene, they couldn't.
Rain seeped through my clothes, pressing the fabric against my skin. I glanced at Phoebe and Daisy, then spoke quietly, "You can leave."
They weren't really mine anyway. No need to keep pretending. Why should they exhaust themselves playing the role of devoted servants just for appearances?
