Since I stopped helping Rosemary with her work, she has been under great pressure. Although she maintained a calm appearance, she was scolded by Ms. Margery every day, her face drained of color.

One day, she was reprimanded harshly by Ms. Margery for not washing the clothes properly, and was ordered to redo them.

I went to the kitchen to speak with Ms. Margery and just happened to find her alone in the garden, putting on an act of being fragile, tears streaming down ...