If the Second Master had come to know about this....
Bertha's hands trembled at the mere thought. The Second Master was a man of few words, but his silence often carried more weight than fury. And betrayal? That was the one thing he never forgave.
She swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay composed, ''Miss Yu, I do not know how to thank you enough for today. This…''
Meanwhile, Ella leaned back slightly, her fingers tapping idly against the armrest. "You don't need to look so shaken," she said, her tone unreadable. "I didn't do this out of kindness."
Bertha lifted her gaze, hesitant.
Ella smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. In my past life, I was blind. I walked alone, unaware of the enemies lurking in the shadows.
Not this time.
She had her own little selfish motives so she did not consider herself deserving of their gratitude.
