"Ms. Serena, please," the leading servant gestured with a beckoning hand.
Tears streaked down Serena’s cheeks as she forced a bitter smile. Once upon a time, these very servants would have rushed to her aid had she stumbled. Now, they stood before her, impeccably lined
up, clutching her belongings, not a hint of intention to help her up.
How quickly the tables turn.
In truth, the servants were too scared to approach, fearful of losing their jobs in the face of Mrs.Collins’s wrath. But to Serena, it was clear they were fair-weather friends, keeping their distance now that she had fallen out of favor, no longer the attentive helpers they once were.
With great effort, Serena pushed herself off the ground. A light drizzle fell, and the chill wind cut through her, as cold as the attitudes around her.
Bruised from a beating the previous night and further injured from her fall, she staggered to her feet, her clothes stained and disheveled, a picture of utter disarray.
"What’s happened to Ms. Serena Collins? Where are they taking her?"
"Didn’t you hear? Ms. Serena Collins was caught bullying Ms. Rosemary Collins, and Mrs. Collins found out. She’s been sent to the guesthouse to reflect on her actions."
"What? Ms. Serena Collins always seemed so sweet. How could she bully Ms. Rosemary Collins? Is there some misunderstanding?"
"You’re new here; you wouldn’t know. Ms. Rosemary Collins is the real gem."
"Ms. Serena Collins was the apple of Mr. and Mrs. Collins’s eye since childhood. For her to be sent away to the guesthouse, it must mean she really crossed the line this time and angered them."
"Ms. Rosemary Collins is their red line, and Serena crossed it."
Limping along, Serena absorbed their discussions.
"Ms. Serena Collins’s been sent to the guesthouse, and if she doesn’t improve her behavior, she’ll probably be thrown out next, right?"
"Really? Is that true?"
"Could it be that the Collins family will have no place for Ms. Serena Collins anymore, only Ms. Rosemary Collins?"
"Raised with a silver spoon, can Ms. Serena Collins even survive without the Collins family’s support?"
Serena couldn’t believe they were already thinking so far ahead.
Didn’t anyone wish her well? It was just too much!
That evening.
When Kenneth and Louisa returned, Edith greeted them at the door, "Mr. and Mrs. Collins, Ms. Rosemary Collins won’t be joining us for dinner tonight; she had other engagements. It will just be the two of you
dining."
Louisa’s eyes dimmed slightly. She had hoped to have a heart-to-heart with her precious daughter, but it seemed that would have to wait for another day.
Kenneth sat down, his gaze lingering on the seats where Rosemary and Serena had once sat, a heaviness settling in his chest.
Edith explained as she served the food, "This one is wrapped in dough and filled with shrimp. Then there’s this one."

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