At dinner, I was happily chewing on my steamed bun when the little maid Isolde squeezed over to speak to me.

"Sister Liana, have you heard? Rosemary didn’t finish the laundry and was punished by Laundry Mistress."

Wasn't that her own fault? I rolled my eyes and silently muttered that she deserved it.

"Ms. Winifred told her she must finish the laundry today, or she wouldn’t be allowed to have dinner," Isolde said, patting her chest with a look of lingering fear.

I knew Ms. Winifred was always strict. She had never liked Rosemary's melancholic demeanor and had been waiting for an excuse to discipline her.

In my past life, I tried to ingratiate myself with Ms. Winifred. I took over the unfinished tasks that Rosemary had neglected, leaving her with an easy time, and Ms. Winifred never objected.

But Rosemary never showed any gratitude. Instead, she complained that I was clumsy and unrefined.

Now, I wouldn’t cover for her anymore and would let her deal with the consequences herself.

After dinner, I helped the kitchen maids clean up, and Rosemary arrived late.

She looked pale, her eyes filled with tears, as if she had just been scolded.

She frowned and glanced at the table, pouting in disgust. "Why is there only this much left?"

Ms. Margery, who managed the kitchen, heard and, displeased, threw the cloth down. "Who told you to come so late? If you don’t want it, just leave. Don’t waste our time cleaning up."

Rosemary’s eyes reddened. She looked around and, noticing me, said, "Liana, why didn’t you save me any food?"

In my past life, since I worked in the kitchen, I had a good relationship with the kitchen staff. Ms. Margery would even make me special meals.

Thanks to me, Rosemary often got to enjoy special dishes that others envied.

But she never appreciated it, saying, "It's just leftovers from others, what's so special about it? Plain food can also bring peace, I prefer simplicity."

Though she said this, she still didn’t hesitate to eat it, and many times, I had to ask her to eat.

She had always taken my efforts for granted, never understanding how tough life in the manor could be.

Now, I wouldn’t be so unconditionally kind to her and would see if her "plain food" really brought her peace.

I put down my bowl, smiling as I looked at her. "Rosemary, since you didn’t finish the laundry, I don’t know if Ms. Winifred will let you have dinner. There’s limited food, and I can’t just save food for you while letting others go hungry, can I?"

The other maids overheard and agreed with me, casting unfriendly glances at Rosemary.

Rosemary felt wronged but didn’t show it. She lifted her head and tried to appear nonchalant.

"Fine, I’ll just make do with what’s left."

She quickly scooped up some leftover food and ate it hastily, but before she could even put down her utensils, she was called to continue washing clothes. Ms. Winifred had insisted that she finish everything, including Elena's laundry.

She cried as she left, returning late at night.

I was woken up by the noise, knowing she hadn’t eaten enough, as I could hear her stomach growling.

But what did that have to do with me? I turned over and fell back to sleep.