Chapter 0066
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Violet thought she had misheard, but he had already stood and started walking ahead, prompting her to follow quickly. Her room was just a few steps away, hardly requiring any escort.
Lucius opened the door for her when they arrived.
“Thank you,” Violet said, yawning.
Lucius lingered instead of departing, entering Violet’s room with her. “You seem quite adept at caregiving. Have you done this before?”
Too weary to think clearly, Violet responded with a simple nod, “Yes, for a year.”
“For a man?”
“Yes.”
With that, Lucius abruptly left, slamming the door behind him.
Violet sensed something amiss. Did her admission of caring for a man stir up memories of Agatha’s
disloyalty? Was it necessary for him to throw a tantrum?
By then, Lucius had already gone.
That evening, when she arrived to take over Lucius’s shift, he exited without sparing her a glance.
Violet, touching her neck thoughtfully, refrained from speculating further and focused on caring for Regina, moisturizing the old lady’s lips with cotton to keep them from drying out.
Regina, despite her serious illness, still bore remnants of her past beauty–notably her lips, much like Lucius’s.
As if fortune were turning in her favor, Regina’s health began to improve significantly. The following day, Regina was able to sit in a wheelchair and bask in the sunlight.
Lucius wheeled her out onto the lawn. Violet handed him a blanket. Their fingertips accidentally met, a warm
and surprising spark passing between them.
She quickly pulled her hand back.
“Is this young lady the one who cared for me?” Regina asked, focusing on Violet.
“Yes,” Lucius answered softly, clearly very attentive to Regina.
“What’s her name?”
“Violet.”
Before she could respond, Lucius interjected swiftly, sending her a sharp look as he finished.
Violet swallowed her doubts, and nodded in agreement. “Mmm.”
Regina was clearly impressed. “You’re a lovely girl. You were the one talking to me while I was unconscious,
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Criticizing her grandson right in front of him, perhaps…
Violet cast an awkward glance at Lucius, who appeared indifferent.
Although Regina was speaking ill of her grandson, she looked at him with nothing but love and admiration, her eyes filled with familial warmth.
Her health was poor. She retired to her bedroom after a short while and soon fell asleep.
Lucius then left the room.
Violet hesitated, but followed him.
“Why did you address me as Violet?”
“Should I use Agatha? With Grandma’s condition, I’d rather not upset her. You’ll be Violet in her presence.”
His voice dripped with sarcasm when he said that name.
Violet was unconcerned about the underlying meaning of his mockery, but her initial hope diminished. She had thought he had investigated, and recognized her true identity.
Even though Lucius hadn’t acknowledged her real identity, being called Violet in Regina’s presence was more
comforting.
Regina had awoken, but as a terminal patient, she needed good care.
Violet was always on high alert, fearful of making a mistake. She only went to the bathroom when Regina was
sleeping.
During one such moment, she heard a noise from the room and rushed back in. She hurriedly stood up and
rushed into the room.
“Grandma, how are you?”
“I wanted some water, and accidentally broke a cup,” Regina explained apologetically, her sweet nature vastly different from Lucius’s.
“Oh, did you hurt your hand?”
Violet frantically checked Regina’s hand, anxious about upsetting Lucius, who deeply cared for his
grandmother.
Regina held Violet’s hand and stopped her movements. “I’m fine. Just pour me a glass of water.”
Violet continued to examine her hand, and discovered a minor cut. She knew the harsh consequences for servants who inadvertently caused Regina distress. Knowing she would be at fault, she was on the verge of
tears.
“It’s alright, it’s not painful. Lucius doesn’t need to know,” Regina reassured Violet gently, a hint of playfulness
in her smile.
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“Grandma, you’re so kind,” Violet sighed, deeply touched by Regina’s gesture.
Regina, despite her illness, radiated a dignified and elegant aura typical of the upper class. It was uncommon for someone of her stature to be so considerate of others‘ feelings.
Violet, chiding herself internally, hurried to get Regina some water and assisted her in
drinking with care.
“Looking after an elderly lady like me must be challenging. I apologize for any inconvenience,” Regina commented as she drank.
“On the contrary, I find your company far more pleasant than dealing with Lucius,” Violet confessed, encouraged by Regina’s warmth.
Because of Regina’s gentleness, she spoke freely.
It was only after speaking that she realized her words could be seen as a slight against Lucius, causing her to blush and stumble over her words.
“I… I didn’t mean it like that. What I was trying to say is…”
