267 An Update
Selma Payne’s POV:
The night breeze blew gently, and the leaves rustled. Under the moon’s gaze, a car filled with souls bogged down by thoughts slowly drove toward the bright lights.
Kara was already waiting in front of the palace with her men. With her ‘I knew it’ gaze, the unconscious Dorothy was quietly carried back to her room by the servants. She had no idea what kind of storm would come tomorrow morning.
As for me, out of courtesy, the servants were still in charge of sending me back to my room. Of course, Aldrich could go with me, but when he saw Kara’s smile, he let go with a bitter smile and then softly said good night to me.
“Good night, Aldrich.” I believed he probably realized I was pretending to be drunk. “See you tomorrow.”
I had insomnia that night, so much so that when Dorothy woke up the next morning, my eyes were swollen like two pieces of bacon.
“What’s wrong with you?” Dorothy jumped in shock. “Did you have a nightmare? Did you cry in your dream?”
I lay back on the pillow tiredly, my breathing shallow. “No, I couldn’t sleep the whole night, and I had diarrhea after drinking, so here I am.”
“We should’ve drank less last night,” Dorothy mumbled as she lay beside me. “It’s all Avril’s fault. She suddenly announced such exciting news. I’m so happy for her that I can’t drink less. ”
“You’re so unreasonable,” I mumbled.
Dorothy did not say anything else. She was also extremely sleepy. When we opened our eyes again, the sun was already high in the sky.
Kara was waiting for us in the living room.
“Good morning, Your Highness. Miss Dorothy.”
Her smile was so kind, but Dorothy and I shuddered.
“It’s already 11 o’clock before noon. Perhaps you’d like to move a little and sit in the dining chairs to have brunch? Or should I say, lunch?”
What else could I say? We had no excuse to refuse, not to mention that our hungry stomachs were clamoring for food.
To be honest, although my mother also valued my behavior and even found various etiquette and social teachers for me, they were nothing compared to Kara. This head servant, who was responsible for my daily life, really had extraordinary combat power. When my mother was too busy with political affairs or socializing to take care of me, she would automatically take her place.
So, I could still act coquettishly and beg for mercy when my mother was strict, but I was a little afraid of Kara.
Although Kara was dissatisfied with our drunken behavior, she still thoughtfully prepared some easily digestible soup for us.
“This corn-cream soup is so delicious. It seems a little different from the past.” I asked, “Is it a different chef?”
“Yes.” Kara nodded. “The previous chief chef has retired. Miss Bertha recommends this one. ”
Like how the chef society had been updated, the servants had also changed in the past three years.
For example, Kara had to take care of me, who was sleeping in the temple. She needed help managing the palace at the same time. My mother had chosen a servant to take over the position of the head servant temporarily.
This person was Bertha.
I met her once when I returned to the palace. She was a petite red-haired woman with bright facial features and a few cute freckles on the bridge of her nose. People had a good impression of her, but I heard she had trouble joining the company.
All of this was related to her identity – she was an Omega.
I was not familiar with an Omega. As a person who grew up in a normal modern society, this kind of identity chosen by the entire race as a punching bag had already existed in history books. However, it was undeniable that there were such werewolves in some remote and conservative packs, and Bertha was one of them.
For an Omega, people wouldn’t show any special characteristics, but the remaining contempt in their hearts was enough to cause a lot of trouble for Bertha. From an unknown, ordinary servant to the acting head servant, she received a lot of criticism.
From this, it could be seen that Bertha must have done her job very well, which was why she could win everyone’s trust.
However, this made Kara’s identity awkward.
Now that the newcomer had gained a firm foothold, how would she, a senior, deal with it?
I quietly drank my soup and did not mention that Kara had taken care of me instead of managing the palace. I was afraid that it would hurt her. Dorothy worked even harder to make herself invisible.
But who was Kara? This woman, who had served the royal family for half her life, had long seen through the fickleness of human nature. Faced with my hesitation, she bluntly said, “Don’t worry, just say what you want.”
“No, no. I just wanted to say that the soup is delicious.” I waved my hand with a smile.
“So you want to ask about Bertha and me?” Kara calmly poured me lemon water. “As you can see, I am now semi-retired. I can retire with glory when Bertha becomes a qualified head servant.”
“Don’t say that. Everyone in the palace can’t live without you,” I quickly consoled her.
Kara laughed. “I am not sad. I do not have any opinions about Bertha. You do not have to be so careful.”
