Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Even if you just straighten your back slightly, the towel on your chest will press against the closet door.

This made Grace feel a little uncomfortable.

"Bang." Even though the sound was much weakened by the closet door, Grace could still hear the rough sound of the door hitting the wall.

The quality is really poor.

"Doris."

But the first call from the head maid made Grace jump involuntarily.

Doris…?

So the reason Nurkic couldn't find Nora was that her real name was Doris Franks?

Nora, no, Doris is deceiving herself?

"Did you know that a beautiful emerald was missing from Lady Gemma's dress?"

Arrogant footsteps echoed in the room, accompanied by sharp and sarcastic voices. Grace could even imagine the image of a domineering and evil servant.

Nora did not respond, but remained silent, as was her previous style.

"I heard from some of the laundry maids that they saw you once wearing a green gem of great value."

The green gem should be the relic of the Fifth Princess' mother that Nora stole, right?

In ordinary family struggles, it is normal to commit petty thefts and use some shameful means.

Grace knew that Nora's character was relatively righteous. After all, as a passerby, she helped her avoid being ripped off by the owner of the Meimei Cake shop.

In order to hear the conversation between the two more clearly, Grace turned slightly sideways and put her ear against the door panel.

"I didn't take it."

Nora refuted word by word with righteousness.

"Huh? You said you didn't take it, so you didn't take it?"

The vicious voice sneered, and then attacked aggressively.

"That's the dress that Madam Gema wore to the engagement party. It represents the reputation of the Franks family. We have to find it even if we have to turn this place upside down."

The head maid opened her mouth and her tone became increasingly harsh, constantly adding fuel to the balloon of anger.

Things are lost just like that? Isn't this a frame-up?

Grace narrowed her red eyes and waited patiently for the next words.

"Besides, didn't your deceased cheap mother have a history of stealing? Just because she climbed into Mr. Dahl's bed, you want to become the wife of the Francis family?"

"Ha... that's even more despicable than being a dancer."

The head maid laughed contemptuously and kept on taunting, "Just a pariah from the seaside."

"..."

Nora still didn't speak, like a mute who had lost her voice and remained motionless.

Looking at the arrogant head maid Kelly with indifference was like looking at a dead body.

Nora knew without thinking that Lucia was cursing in her mind, but she didn't care.

But he just didn't want Grace, who was hiding behind the closet, to hear this.

The ugliest, lowest, and most disgusting part of a person was revealed to Grace in all its blood, like a peeled onion.

All dignity was crushed by the naked words.

But she couldn't punch Kelly in the mouth right now.

It’s not that they don’t have the strength, but such strength is not enough in front of a huge family that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

In front of Madam Jima's strength, he was too weak.

Not only did she control herself, she also sent knights to monitor her grandfather who was far away in the countryside.

What he needed now was that one day, he would possess a power that no one could stop and overturn everything here in one fell swoop.

By this point, Nora had endured it for decades and had long been accustomed to the provocations that came from Lady Gemma's hints.

Yes, Lady Jima would deliberately give generous rewards to those evil servants who made things difficult for her.

But he never tried to kill himself, as if living forever in the world was a better torture.

Nora suppressed her anger for the moment and regarded all the suffering as tempering experience.

There was not much expression on his expressionless face, he just glanced subconsciously in the direction of the wardrobe.

This is it! Kelly's crazy eyes suddenly lit up.

She strode towards the worn-out wardrobe like a shark in the deep sea smelling blood.

"I see, you hid the gems in..." - in the closet.

Bang! Nora pressed the cabinet door tightly, and the whole cabinet shook slightly.

Nora narrowed her eyes, her gaze was sharp and fierce, and her tone was unyielding.

"No, if you really need to search my room, please call my father over. Otherwise, based on your one-sided statement, who knows if it's a lie?"

Kelly sneered and raised her hand to tear off the girl's obstructing hand.

"Oh, if it's all honest, why are you afraid of being searched?"

“Kelly.”

Nora lowered her voice to give a final warning, staring at her intently.

"Are you sure you want to open this door?"

The atmosphere was freezing cold. For the first time, Nora showed a look full of murderous intent, which made Kelly, the head maid, feel inexplicably guilty.

It seemed that if one pulled it open just a little more, there would be no escape from hell behind.

Kelly's hurried and panicked eyes were looking for other workarounds.

Looking over the steaming bucket, she found a red cape and black winter skirt made of high-end materials such as silk and goose down on the simple bed.

Even from a distance, one could tell that those were clothes that only the daughters of top nobles could customize.

"Ah……"

Kelly smiled confidently, she walked quickly to the bedside, and proudly picked up the black winter skirt that was emitting a faint fragrance, as excited as if she had captured stolen goods.

"Doris, how do you explain this dress? Judging from its material and fabric, you must have stolen Lady Gemma's clothes."

"Humans are such lowly creatures. They have fallen into a muddy ditch, but they still think about the prosperity on the top of the mountain."

Seeing that Nora didn't say anything, she spoke even louder and more brazenly.

"You look so ugly now, it's really wonderful. How can the ugly duckling still dream of becoming a white swan?"

Suddenly, with a bang, the closet door opened at an extremely fast speed.

"What is that...?"

Kelly grumbled and started to turn back.

Nora opened her eyes wide in surprise.

She saw a white figure as swift as a nimble cat, who quickly picked up the vase on the table.

Before Kelly could turn around, slender and powerful hands grasped the bottle and swung it hard on the side of Kelly's neck.

Beep, the bowling ball is full and a heavy hitting sound is heard.

The madness, yet also the sense of violence that was filled with extreme delicacy and fragility, firmly occupied Nora's sight.

She couldn't describe the feeling. It was like a bolt of thunder that broke through the dark clouds, making her heart tremble.

The body with fangs and claws bared suddenly fell to the ground like a piece of paper.

Grace put the vase back in its place indifferently, bent down and washed her slender fingers in the water of the wooden tub, then wiped her hands gracefully with another towel, wiping away all the sins on her body.

She rubbed Kelly's arm with her delicate bare feet.

"She won't die. At most she fainted. Throw her outside later. Don't let her freeze to death."

Grace said this as she lifted the towel on her body as if nothing had happened.

"Talking is really nasty, it's more comfortable to just shut up."

The short towel only covered half of the thighs, but the flat chest was too low-cut to reveal a slight cleavage.

The expression on Her Royal Highness's face was indifferent, like the snow in the harsh winter, which was the coldest indifference to life.

Crazy! Really crazy! Grace is completely crazy!

Nora's pupils kept trembling, her heart pounding in inexplicable excitement, she was hesitant to speak.

"She...is my stepmother's servant."

Finally, she squatted down and put her hand on Kelly's nose. She slowed down her breathing after confirming that there was no blood and no breath.

"What's the big deal? When beating a dog, you have to look at its owner first."

Grace tucked in her towel and gathered her scattered clothing from the bed.

She raised her head, her clear red eyes showing a strange madness and calmness, "You are mine."

Nora's heart was moved, as if she was in her mother's arms. These simple words outlined a strong sense of security.

But...can Grace really believe it? Won't she be the same as those people before?

"But……"

Nora wanted to say something, but no words came out.

She tilted her head slightly and took a long time to say "thank you".

But the girl's face was still expressionless, like a frozen sculpture.

Gray didn't care at all, and she tacitly avoided looking at Nora.

"A sarcastic person should also receive some punishment."

The wet hair stuck to her forehead had a messy beauty. Grace smoothed the hair by her ears and said coldly,

"You can tolerate it, but I can't. Such a low-level character."

"They are no different from wild animals. They are curious when they see fire for the first time, but only when their skin is burned and ulcerated will they know that fire is something that cannot be touched."

"After you feel the pain, no one will dare to bully you."

It’s not bullying… I’m just enduring it.

Nora's legs were tightly pressed together and she lowered her head, unable to look directly at the extremely beautiful girl in front of her.

But... this kind of madness is not bad.

At least it's not annoying now, right?

Grace let out a helpless sigh in the calmness and rubbed her temples, as if she had encountered an unsolvable problem.

"Nora... no, Doris, does anyone else know your fake name?"

"If so, we can't stay here."

109. Encounter after fake death

"No."

Nora shook her head. "No one knows except my adoptive mother."

"is it?"

Grace frowned slightly and looked at Nora scrutinizingly, trying to find some clues from that icy face.

Once deception occurs, the doubts in your heart will gradually grow.

She unfolded the soft winter skirt in her hand and used a cold voice to put pressure on him.

"So you were lying to me before?"

"Neither do I. Nora is my real name."