Chapter 0060
Following breakfast, George updated Lucius about Violet’s condition.
“The effects of the drug have fully subsided. Ms. Agatha is alright now, just a bit weak.”
Lucius acknowledged with a simple hum, maintaining his usual detached demeanor. He didn’t express any blame towards George, which eased the butler’s concern.
“Let her rest for a few days since she’s weak,” Lucius instructed nonchalantly as George was about to leave.
“Understood,” George responded quietly.
Violet, benefiting from this misfortune, finally got a break from weeding. She spent her days recuperating in bed, enjoying the comfort of air conditioning and having her meals brought to her.
With limited entertainment options-no internet or television access-Violet requested paper and a pen from George, spending her time drawing sketches in bed.
She had a background in design and had worked as an assistant at a reputable company for two years, though she had never led a project herself. She knew she wasn’t cut out for the job.
In her younger years, Violet had a passion for singing, similar to Emily. However, her stepmother consistently favored Emily over her and often critiqued Violet’s singing.
At the time, she didn’t take the criticism to heart, but gradually, she stopped singing in front of others, reserving her voice for moments of solitude.
As she entered her teenage years, Violet encountered Oliver. She was young and innocent, and she developed a secret crush on him.
Oliver was like a ray of sunshine in her life. He stood out with his remarkable talent for painting, and quickly carved out a reputation for himself within the art industry.
Violet’s admiration for Oliver led her to set aside her other hobbies and focus solely on painting, striving harder than anyone else.
She felt like an ugly duckling in the presence of someone she admired, too shy to confess her feelings, yet hoping to one day transform into a swan worthy of being by his side.
However, she never became that swan.
Despite her dedicated efforts, she couldn’t reach the heights of painting and failed to get admitted to the university he attended.
Upon learning her scores, she spent the entire night in tears, eventually settling on studying design. It was a field somewhat related to painting, allowing her to maintain a connection to Oliver’s world.
In a twist of fate, Oliver ended up choosing her sister.
Violet vividly remembered asking Oliver if he would love only Emily, even if it was someone else with him or waking him up. His answer was a resounding “Yes!”
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It became clear that some things weren’t meant to be; it was pointless to try to force things. While she sketched, Violet got distracted and her thoughts lingered on these memories. She eventually set aside her pen and paper, which bore only unformed lines.
After two days of rest, her health began to improve. Having narrowly escaped death, she found herself yearning for the sunlight outside.
Surprisingly, she was even looking forward to returning to her weeding duties. Donning a straw hat, she went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare something to eat.
“Let’s carefully decide what to cook for Master Lucius during his busy days.”
The chefs in the kitchen were debating, all with troubled expressions. The challenge of choosing the right dishes to prepare was a familiar and daunting task. The busier Lucius got, the more temperamental he became, putting extra pressure on the kitchen staff.
However, the compensation he offered for their services was notably higher than what was typical in the industry, making the job both demanding and rewarding.
The kitchen staff were all eager to earn his approval. Each chef put forth their best efforts, hoping to impress their employer.
“As you can see, this is the collection of menus from past chefs. Most of these were rejected,” remarked one chef, showing how committed these chefs were to finding the right dish.
After going through the menu, their sense of hopelessness only deepened.
