Chapter 30
As Winter closed the carriage windowpane, she turned toward Lilian and exclaimed, “It seems that there are more visitors this year, milady!”
Lilian smiled. “Their prayers must have been answered.”
Winter nodded repeatedly. “Indeed! Some say it really is the case for marriage!”
Lilian kept smiling but said nothing if anything, that was the one thing it failed, or she would have married Henry by now.
Still, she soon chuckled and shook her head.
It just might actually be a blessing that she never did marry Henry, or she would be caught in an inescapable hell now.
Nonetheless, their carriage soon arrived outside Felton Shrine.
Winter alighted first and turned, offering a hand to help Lilian get off.
Then, just as Lilian’s feet touched the ground, she heard the sarcastic laughter.
“And here I thought whose maid is so bold as to sit in the same carriage as their master. To think that it’s Ms. Lestrade!”
“What are you talking about? That’s clearly Ms. Kerr!”
“Oh, right! I forgot!”
Those voices were very familiar, and Lilian did not need to look to remember.
One of them was Betty Simpson, the second daughter of a family of soldiers and scholars.
And the other was Emma Stark, Henry’s sister and the eldest daughter of the Starks.
Lilian had naturally quarreled with them over Henry before, and being the daughter of the marquis back then, she was not afraid.
They had even come to blows, but both Emma and Betty lost despite fighting together against Lilian, who was alone. And with her status above theirs, she had never lost against them
before.
But things were different now.
Emma strode toward Lilian then–though she stood head and shoulders beneath Lilian, she raised her chin proudly. “I wonder if you’re keen on my friendship, now that you’ve worked at the washhouse for three years as a servant?”
Winter certainly could not abide with Lilian being harassed, but Lilian pulled Winter behind herself before Winter could speak.
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Chapter 30
Then, bowing slightly at Emma, Lillan said, “Greetings, Ms. Stark.”
Emma froze.
Although Lilian had returned to the marquis‘ residence for a while, Henry never talked about her, even playing dumb when Emma went out of her way to ask
That was why she had no idea that Lillan’s personality had changed so dramatically.
Even as she stared blankly at Lilian, she thought that an insult like that would earn her a beating already.
And yet, here Lilian was, bowing so primly and properly to her.
For some reason, Emma felt uncomfortable.”
After all, this was not the Lilian she had in mind.
On the other hand, Betty could not resist laughing out loud. “Am I seeing this right?! The high and mighty heiress of the marquis‘ household has become so humble? Oh, wait–your last name is Kerr now, and you have no one to rely on It’s only right that you should behave humbly!”
Betty clearly meant to insult, but Lilian was not upset at all.
After all, Betty was right–one should be humble when they had no connections.
It was something that she only truly understood after the maids at the washhouse shoved her
into the laundry pond countless times, and the madame’s endless whippings.
But to her surprise, a sonorous voice suddenly spoke behind her, every word lofty but menacing. “Says who?”
