At Scott Villa —
The maids surrounded Clara in the kitchen, their expression full of concern. Like any moment, their doom might start.
"Young Miss, please let us do it," the head maid, trying to take the knife from her.
However, Clara gently pulled her hand back.
"I want to do it myself," she said calmly. "If you want to help, then stay. Otherwise, you can leave. I can manage on my own."
"You're the young mistress of the Scott family. How can we let you do our job? If you hurt even a little, we might lose our jobs," the head maid insisted, clearly anxious.
But Clara didn't budge.
Holding the knife, she began chopping the vegetables.
"Nothing will happen," she said dismissively. "And even if something does, none of you will lose your jobs."
"But, Young Miss —"
A sharp clank of the knife hitting the board made the maid fall silent.
Clara set the knife down and turned, a faint pout forming on her lips.
