42 - Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister

"Hey, did you see that incredible scene just now...?" "What? What happened?" The two maids switching shifts whispered to each other, hidden behind the restaurant's foliage. "That! Miss Raphtia, she..." "She what...?" "She actually gave her pudding to Miss Claire!" "What!? And Miss Claire didn’t slap it away?" "Not only that, Miss Claire even thanked her with a smile and ate it." "Really? When did Miss Claire become so tolerant?" Just then, another older maid leaned in, eager to join the gossip. "Oh, you guys don’t know yet? It started yesterday. Lily and I were on duty at the restaurant, and Lily saw it too!" Named suddenly, the young maid polishing a vase quickly nodded and timidly murmured, "Y-yes..." "What happened? Details!" "Well, yesterday at breakfast, Miss Claire was upset about something... Miss Raphtia gave her pudding to eat." "I was too scared to utter a word. Miss Claire can be terrifying, yet Miss Raphtia handled it like it was nothing! It's remarkable." Lily recalled yesterday's scene with unease. The older maid chimed in, "Exactly! Miss Raphtia seems extraordinary. Despite being brought here directly by the master and expected to live well, she still has to deal with others' moods." ### Chapter 42: A Peaceful Breakfast "I must say, Miss Claire has become more lenient than before. How is she tolerating it?" They exchanged a look of awe and unease, wondering how long this calm before the storm would last. "Oh, by the way, both ladies are wearing new dresses today. Miss Raphtia is so beautiful. Who do you think is more...?" "Ahem." "Anna! Maid Chief!" The maids' new round of gossip halted abruptly as Anna suddenly appeared behind them like a ghost, her expression icy. "Talking about the master of the mansion, are we? Maybe you don't want this job anymore? Do you find the Glendale family’s salary too high, or is it just too hard to keep your mouth shut?" "No, no!" "We’re sorry, Chief Anna. We won't do it again..." "Aren’t you resting today? So why...?" "Rest? With you all working like this, how can I rest? Have you forgotten everything from the training sessions?" Anna berated them, her presence and authority reminiscent of Miss Claire, whom she loyally served. The maids hung their heads, not daring to breathe too loudly. Meanwhile, Lily attempted to hide behind the vase, hoping Anna wouldn't notice her. ### Chapter 42: A Peaceful Breakfast "You, the newcomer!" "If I remember correctly, you just passed the evaluation a few days ago, right? Apparently, I misjudged you. Perhaps I shouldn’t have let you pass!" "If you don’t want this job anymore, pack your things and walk out the main door!" "Sneaking around like that—aren’t you embarrassed?" Lily, feeling her thin skin, clasped her apron and looked as if she might burst into tears. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Anna, I'm really sorry..." Anna was unyielding, laughing coldly, "Hmph, apologies are useless. I’ve noted down your names. Except for this newcomer who doesn’t know her limits, none of you can even dare show your real faces." "I assume you do nothing but discuss the eldest lady despite taking pay here. Wait until I report this to my lady!" With that, she stormed away, almost stomping holes into the carpet with her forceful steps. Once Anna was out of sight, the maids exhaled in relief and huddled around Lily to comfort the youngest among them. "Lily, don't cry. It was our fault for roping you into this..." "You’re new, and this is your first time seeing Anna angry, right? It’s intimidating, isn’t it?" "It’s true, Anna's anger resembles Miss Claire's temper, but she won’t throw things." Lily tearfully shook her head and asked softly, "Will my lady fire me...? What should I do?" "I didn’t know backstage gossiping would get us into this much trouble..." The elder of the group sighed, "It’s mainly that Anna can’t stand it when anyone badmouths Miss Claire. She's been that way since she was little." ### Chapter 42: A Peaceful Breakfast "So she poured hot tea on the little girl right there!" "What!?" "Luckily, the girl wasn’t seriously burned. Later Anna claimed she wanted to ensure the maid learned her lesson..." "Hah! She may be a maid now, but she’s restrained herself a bit." "In short, we should be more careful about our conversations..." Elsewhere, Anna turned a corner still seething. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She longed to slap those gossipy women! Since Raphtia arrived, Miss Claire had been sidelined unfairly. The master and lady doting on that woman! Even making her a dress similar to Miss Claire’s, taking her to noble balls—a mere country girl! These servants should support Miss Claire, yet they turn against her! No, even if Miss Claire dismisses it, Anna felt she must act. This woman couldn’t be allowed to overshadow them any longer! --- Claire contentedly set down her fork, making sure this time she delicately wiped her mouth with a napkin. Across the table, Raphtia rested her chin in her hands and asked softly, "Are you full?" "Mhm, full," Claire replied softly, then raised her chin proudly, "Humph, just so you know, I don’t gain weight easily! My sister’s mockery about eating too much is meaningless!" "I would never..." ### Chapter 42: A Peaceful Breakfast "Those etiquette classes drain you physically, be careful not to get low blood sugar." "...?" Body lightness? The previous evening’s image in the bathroom flashed unexpectedly in Claire's mind. The rose-scented bath salts, the steaming heat, the gentle splashing of water, the two girls slowly moving closer and overlapping... Nothing truly happened; no physical contact occurred. Raphtia simply approached from behind, lowered her gaze, and wrapped Claire in a bath towel. But, having tried deliberately not to think about it before—it makes her flustered now! Claire lowered her head, a blush spreading across her cheeks. When nervous, her mind became cluttered. After that, did Raphtia bathe too? Maybe in the same water, at the same spot? Could she have used the same bath salts? If my sister now carries the same scent as me...? Such a rose fragrance, would my sister enjoy it? Speaking of roses... she seemed happier after receiving the bouquet...? At that moment, the system suddenly inquired curiously: "Host, how does she know your weight?" Claire’s musing was abruptly interrupted. She coolly deflected, telling the feature character, "Don't worry yourself with that." "It might be time to upgrade your system for fewer remarks," she suggested, switching the PC view back to the top.