Chapter 67

Regina warmly acknowledged the young woman in front of her, and said, “Your words resonate with me. To be honest, my grandson isn’t the easiest to interact with. His seriousness and intensity can be quite intimidating.

“Yes, exactly.” Violet nodded in agreement, relieved to find someone who understood.

“So, you should try to guide him more in the future.”

“Huh?”

Why had their conversation veered in such an unexpected direction? Given Lucius’s lofty status, how was it possible for her to offer him guidance?

“On the surface, Lucius appears to be cold, harsh, and lacking in warmth. He’s gone through a lot and carries the burden of a massive enterprise. To keep control, he must be tough.

“But, deep down, he’s incredibly passionate. It’s just that no one has attempted to unearth and draw it out. Believe in my words; with perseverance, you will find surprising rewards.”

Was Regina giving her the chance to uncover these hidden depths? Violet sensed the old woman had misinterpreted something.

“Grandma, Lucius and I aren’t what you think.”

To Lucius, she was Agatha, someone he detested so much that he’d rip her heart out.

In Regina’s presence, however, she had to curb her true feelings and simply repeat her earlier statement.

Regina offered no further words, yet her eyes twinkled with a knowing smile.

Later that evening, Lucius reviewed the surveillance footage and monitored Violet’s behavior.

He also witnessed the moment when Regina accidentally broke a cup and injured her hand.

However, he chose not to watch any further, shut down the computer, and refrained from confronting Violet.

Regardless of her past, she was genuinely concerned about Regina, and his grandma enjoyed spending time with her.

He appreciated her genuine efforts.

His irritation with previous servants stemmed from their approach to caregiving as a mere chore, akin to housekeeping, with no emotional commitment.

He then visited Regina’s room.

The old lady was already asleep. Violet sat alongside the bed, apparently exhausted.

Struggling to stay awake, her head would droop occasionally, but her moments of drowsiness were short–lived as she held a needle between her fingers, pricking herself occasionally to remain alert.

+15 BONOS Her overwhelming tiredness led to her pricking herself too forcefully, resulting in tiny blood droplets forming on her fingertips.

“What are you doing?” he asked, alarmed.

The sudden question jolted Violet awake. In her startled reaction, she pricked herself hard with the needle, causing her to gasp from the pain.

Though it was Violet who felt the physical pain, Lucius experienced a sympathetic twinge, as if the needle had pierced his heart.

“Sorry,” she uttered softly.

Violet, noticing Lucius’s anger, swiftly rose to her feet. She had been struggling to stay awake.

Lucius, eyeing the needle in her fingers, questioned, “Why use something like this? What if it harms Grandma?”

“Sorry,” she said again.

Her mind had been solely focused on staying awake, and the possibilities escaped her thoughts.

She felt guilty about Regina’s earlier finger injury. Even though Regina didn’t hold her responsible, her guilt was so strong that she didn’t even dare to leave for a quick wash, leading her to this desperate measure.

Violet looked so dejected that it evoked sympathy.

Lucius snorted impatiently, thinking it was the light playing tricks on him.

“Do you really think you’re fit to care for someone looking like that? Get out of here!”

“Get out?”

Violet felt a surge of anxiety. Was he dismissing her? What would this mean for her departure plans?

Aware of Lucius’s foul mood, she refrained from questioning further, simply nodding and leaving the room quietly.

“What an idiot!” Lucius muttered under his breath, watching her leave with a look of utter defeat.

Despite being burdened with worries, Violet was so fatigued that she fell asleep as soon as she climbed into bed. Upon waking up and feeling rejuvenated, her anxiety resurfaced.

Was Lucius no longer allowing her to care for Regina? What did this mean for her future?

She slowly exited her room after getting ready. At that moment, Lucius emerged from Regina’s room, casting a glance her way.

“Why aren’t you here to look after Grandma? Why the delay?”

“What?”

“Huh?” Violet was in disbelief, her mouth agape. Quickly catching his look of displeasure, she hastened her steps, saying, “Yes, yes, right away!”

+15 BONOS The unexpected turnaround nearly brought her to tears. She dashed into the room and passed Lucius with a bright smile on her face.

It was the first time she had shown such a radiant grin while caring for someone who was gravely ill.

Lucius was taken aback. Then he realized her joy was not from the caregiving itself, but from the implication that doing well might secure her departure.

This had all been arranged beforehand, and reflecting on it now brought a sense of gloom to him.

Just as Violet was about to open the door, Lucius grasped her arm firmly.

“I know it’s challenging for you to act as though you care for Grandma, but you need to continue.

Remember, Grandma is very perceptive. If she senses any pretense, you can forget about your plans to leave!”