Chapter 65

Both maids begged the butler.

“You know how much Master Lucius loves his grandmother. The last time she coughed on water, he almost threw me into the swamp! I wish to live longer.”

“Me too! I’ll be blamed for not steadying Madam Davis when she wobbles while walking. Please, Mr.

George!”

George exhaled a defeated sigh. He was aware of how deeply Lucius loved his grandmother.

Every single one of Regina Bush’s caretakers in the Imperial Palace had suffered harsh punishment.

George was struggling to find suitable replacements.

“Should any of you excel in her care, you will win Master Lucius’s favor; and he’ll surely fulfill any of your requests.”

However, George’s assurance didn’t convince the maids.

On the other hand, it caught Violet’s attention. She was willing to attempt it despite her lack of experience in caregiving. Lucius’s extreme concern for Regina was intimidating, but she viewed it as an opportunity to win her freedom.

With resolve, she stepped forward and declared, “I volunteer.”

“Ms. Agatha?” George spun around, astonished.

The maids felt a mix of relief and admiration for Violet’s boldness.

“But I have one condition,” Violet hastily added, worried she would regret it later. “If I do well and the old lady is satisfied, tell Lucius to grant me my departure once my service ends.”

To her surprise, Lucius returned with an elderly woman, gravely ill and unconscious.

Violet recognized she had chosen a path with no return, and she understood the servants’ terror.

Despite her best efforts, Regina’s passing seemed unavoidable, sealing Violet’s fate.

“Is it too late to back out?” she asked, tugging at George’s sleeve.

“Master Lucius has already been informed, and has consented.”

It meant she had no way of getting away from the situation.

“Grandma, Grandma,” came Lucius’s soft voice from within the room.

He sat by Regina, holding her hand, his face etched with worry.

For Violet, this was the first instance of witnessing him showing such empathy towards someone else.

It sent shivers down her spine.

George explained, “During the Imperial Palace’s crisis, everyone abandoned Master Lucius except for Madam Davis. She stood by him, even divorcing her husband for his sake.

+15 BONOS Both maids begged the butler.

“You know how much Master Lucius loves his grandmother. The last time she coughed on water, he almost threw me into the swamp! I wish to live longer.”

“Me too! I’ll be blamed for not steadying Madam Davis when she wobbles while walking. Please, Mr.

George!”

George exhaled a defeated sigh. He was aware of how deeply Lucius loved his grandmother.

Every single one of Regina Bush’s caretakers in the Imperial Palace had suffered harsh punishment.

George was struggling to find suitable replacements.

“Should any of you excel in her care, you will win Master Lucius’s favor; and he’ll surely fulfill any of your requests.”

However, George’s assurance didn’t convince the maids.

On the other hand, it caught Violet’s attention. She was willing to attempt it despite her lack of experience in caregiving. Lucius’s extreme concern for Regina was intimidating, but she viewed it as an opportunity to win her freedom.

With resolve, she stepped forward and declared, “I volunteer.”

“Ms. Agatha?” George spun around, astonished.

The maids felt a mix of relief and admiration for Violet’s boldness.

“But I have one condition,” Violet hastily added, worried she would regret it later. “If I do well and the old lady is satisfied, tell Lucius to grant me my departure once my service ends.”

To her surprise, Lucius returned with an elderly woman, gravely ill and unconscious.

Violet recognized she had chosen a path with no return, and she understood the servants’ terror.

Despite her best efforts, Regina’s passing seemed unavoidable, sealing Violet’s fate.

“Is it too late to back out?” she asked, tugging at George’s sleeve.

“Master Lucius has already been informed, and has consented.”

It meant she had no way of getting away from the situation.

“Grandma, Grandma,” came Lucius’s soft voice from within the room.

He sat by Regina, holding her hand, his face etched with worry.

For Violet, this was the first instance of witnessing him showing such empathy towards someone else.

It sent shivers down her spine.

George explained, “During the Imperial Palace’s crisis, everyone abandoned Master Lucius except for Madam Davis. She stood by him, even divorcing her husband for his sake.

+15 BONOS Without her backing, it would have been almost impossible for Master Lucius to turn things around and achieve his current stature. Her significance to him is undeniable.”

He then turned to Violet and said, “Given your involvement in the previous mishap, Ms. Agatha, it’s only fitting that you care for Madam Davis now.”

Whether it was fitting or not, she had to take care of Regina.

She couldn’t voice any objections. Therefore, she silently encouraged herself. She might as well go all in, now that things had gotten this far. If she couldn’t survive, she preferred to face death head-on.

With a heroic resolve, she entered Regina’s room.

In reality, there was little for her to do since Lucius was constantly present, vigilantly overseeing Regina’s care. He tenderly cleaned the elderly woman’s hands and face, even warming her cold hands against his cheek.

In those moments, Lucius embodied the role of a caring son and grandson.

“Help Grandma with her bath,” Lucius instructed, delegating tasks unsuitable for him to Violet.

Violet fetched a basin of water from the bathroom.

Lucius kept a watchful eye on her the whole time, his gaze intense like a high-wattage spotlight, penetrating enough to cause her hands to shake.

Under such intense scrutiny, mistakes were inevitable.

Eventually, Violet, concerned about unintentionally harming Regina, requested, “Could you give me some space? I can’t work with you watching me so closely.”

This request appeared defiant to Lucius.

“A single mishap could be detrimental to her. I’m sure you don’t intend that,” she added.

Her words prompted Lucius to leave the room.

Still distrusting Violet, he resorted to monitoring her actions via his computer.

On the screen, he observed Violet undressing Regina tenderly, dabbing her face with a damp cloth, before proceeding to wipe her body. Her movements were gentle yet skilled, and she was obviously experienced.

She turned Regina gently, propping her up with a pillow. She bent down, her face almost touching Regina, wiping and reminding the old lady gently.

Though Violet was not a professional nurse, her emotional investment was evident.

Lucius turned off the monitor, believing time would unveil her true character.

Violet was well aware of the weight of her responsibilities, and dared not slack off. She never dared to leave Regina’s side, much less sleep.

Within just a few days, deep, dark circles had formed under her eyes, her eyes visibly sunken.

+15 BONOS Fortunately, on the third day, Regina finally regained consciousness, Violet felt a wave of relief.

“Go and rest. Return in the evening,” George advised.

Exhausted to her core. Violet felt as if she was going to fall apart. She complied and didn’t make any protests, and walked out of the room.

As she was leaving, Lucius, who had been at Regina’s bedside, unexpectedly offered, “I’ll walk you out.”