The state of the palace's servants' quarters wasn't bad, but Rebecca didn't stay long. She returned,
dragging her luggage.
Persephone didn't have classes that day. She was in the yard reading a book and sipping coffee when
the butler brought Rebecca in.
Persephone pursed her lips. It seemed like she had been waiting for this moment, only it came much
sooner than she had anticipated.
"I thought you wouldn't come to me so soon," Persephone said softly. "Even if you did, I thought it
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwould at least take three days."
"Ms. Hamerton, can you give me another chance?"
"Not particularly inclined to." Persephone was blunt, looking up at Rebecca. "When you were trying to
get close to my boyfriend behind my back, did you ever think this day would come?"
Rebecca was pale, fists clenched tightly.
These past few days hadn't been easy for her. The servants in the palace knew she had been kicked
out late at night by Persephone and didn't treat her kindly.
The story had spread, and various versions of rumors circulated. There was even gossip about
Rebecca stealing from Persephone, which was why she couldn't tolerate her.
In the palace, tolerance for thieves was zero.
That was why Rebecca returned today looking dejected—she couldn't stand it there, either.
"Ms. Hamerton, I understand this is your way of punishing me." Her voice trembled. "I coveted
something that doesn't belong to me... But does Mr. Orton truly belong to you?
"You said I don't understand him, but how much do you know about him?"
Persephone had been sketching in her notebook and suddenly stopped.
She was drawing a firework, an idea that had come to her in a burst of inspiration. She intended to
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsketch the outline first and then make detailed modifications as her graduation project for her professor.
Meanwhile, Rebecca slowly walked up behind her, looking at the sketch with a smirk.
"It's beautiful... Is this for Mr. Orton?
"Ms. Hamerton, do you know that he doesn't like fireworks at all?"
Persephone abruptly turned around, staring at her.
The look in Persephone's eyes frightened Rebecca
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Nevertheless, she forced herself to remain calm and continued. "I might not know Mr. Orton well, but I
have been his therapist. Though he didn't mention his past to me, I can infer a few things through some
small details."