Edna's Pov

　　I know that Becky would be mad at me for walking her out of my room but I don't care.

　　I'm a different person now, I can't be treated like a nobody.

　　Immediately Becky left my room. I went downstairs to have breakfast.

　　On my way downstairs I saw my personal maid Petra walking up the stairs.

　　I thought she was coming to inform me that my breakfast was ready.

　　It was a good timing though because I was also going downstairs to go and have my breakfast.

　　"You shouldn't have bothered coming upstairs," I said.

　　"Oh ma'am are you coming downstairs to have your breakfast?" Petra asked me with a worried look on her face.

　　"Yes Petra" I replied trying to understand the look on her face because it was obvious that she was worried about something"

　　"Is there a problem?" I asked because I noticed she was looking worried.

　　"Yes ma," Petra replied.

　　"Okay so what's the problem?"

　　"I told the chef to make you French toast for breakfast, that you'll be coming downstairs anytime soon to eat"

　　"Okay, so?"

　　"When I told her I left the kitchen to attend to other things that I have to do"

　　She explained further but from her body movements and her voice I could tell that something was wrong.

　　"I got back to the kitchen few minutes later to check if the chef was done making your breakfast and to my greatest surprise she hasn't even started making your breakfast"

　　"Why?" I asked with a curious look on my face.

　　"Because she was making Luna Becky's breakfast"

　　"I was surprised because I know I went to the kitchen earlier and beside your breakfast isn't going to take time she could have just done it before making Luna Becky's breakfast"

　　"Exactly" I said.

　　"When I told her that she said she was about making you breakfast when Luna Becky came to the kitchen and instructed her to stop whatever breakfast she was preparing and make her own breakfast for her"

　　I know this was one of Becky's plans to upset me.

　　"So why didn't she tell Luna Becky she was making breakfast for me?" I asked curiously.

　　"She said she did and Luna Becky slapped her for mentioning your name to her face"

　　"What? Why would she slap her because she's making breakfast for me?" I asked with an angry look on my face.

　　Although I wasn't expecting Petra to give an answer to my question, I know she was equally confused.

　　"I don't know Ma, so the chef suggested that I go to Luna Becky myself and tell her that you instructed her to make make your breakfast"

　　"Okay nice, did you do that?"

　　"Yes Ma, I went to the living room and met Luna Becky sitting on the sofa chair so I approached her"

　　"I told her nicely that you instructed me to tell the chef to make breakfast for you"

　　"So what was her response?" I asked.

　　"Before I could even say anything to her she started yelling at me and dismissed me from her presence immediately.

　　"She dismissed you from her presence?"

　　"Yes ma, when I tried to explain to her that you instructed me she raised her hands to hit me so I ran away"

　　"What!? You mean she almost slapped you?" I asked with a furious look on my face.

　　"Yes," Petra replied, trembling in fear.

　　"Calm down Petra" I said to her because I noticed she was scared.

　　"You should have come to me instead of going to Becky"

　　"I'm sorry Ma, I thought that was a better idea"

　　"I'm not angry at you Petra it's just that I know how Becky react when she's angry and she might have hit you so bad if you didn't run away"

　　"So next time instead of going to talk to Becky you should tell me I'll handle it myself"

　　"Okay Ma," Petra replied, nodding her head.

　　I know Becky can be very scary so she must have been so mean to Petra to make her so scared.

　　"It's fine Petra you can go, I'll take it from here" I said to Petra calmly.

　　"Okay Ma" Petra said as she left.

　　I just got to the park and I'm trying my best to avoid Becky's trap because I know she's going to do anything she can to get me upset.

　　I decided not to confront Becky because I knew it would make her happy to see me upset so I just went to the kitchen to talk to the chef myself.

　　When I got to the kitchen I realized that the chef was done making breakfast for Becky so I instructed her to make me my breakfast while I waited for her at the dining table.

　　In no time the chef was done making my breakfast and she came to the dining room where I was sitting and served me.

　　"Why didn't you make me my breakfast when Petra aske you to?" I asked the chef nicely.

　　"I was about making your breakfast Ma, when Luna Becky came to the kitchen and instructed me to stop whatever I was doing and make breakfast for her"

　　"Didn't you tell her that I was the one who instructed Petra to tell you to make breakfast for me?" I asked.

　　Although Petra already told exactly what happened, I wanted to hear it from the chef herself.

　　"I did, I tried to explaining that I was already making breakfast for you but before I could finish my explanation she slapped me"

　　"So she really slapped you?"

　　"Yes Ma, she did"

　　"So I just had to stop making your breakfast and make Luna Becky's breakfast first"

　　"Okay, Petra already explained to me but I just wanted to hear it from you"

　　"You can leave now" I said to the chef nicely.

　　"Okay Ma, she replied as she left.

　　"Hmmm, what exactly does Becky want from me?" I said out loud, asking no one in particular because there was no one on the dining table except for me.

　　I was having my breakfast quietly in the dining room when I heard footsteps approaching the dining table where I was seated so I turned to see who was approaching me and it was Becky.

　　"Can this woman just let me be, let me have my breakfast in peace" I muttered to myself because I knew that Becky wasn't going to say anything meaningful to me.

　　I continued eating my food and pretending like I didn't see her standing in front of me.

　　She stood in front of me and was staring at me with so much disgust.

　　I was almost tempted to ask her what the problem was but I just decided to ignore it because I know it alway upset her when I ignored her.

　　"A dirty maid sitting on the dining table eating" Becky said, rolling her eyes at me like I'm a piece of trash.

　　"You can look however you want to but to me you'll always be a maid" she added.

　　"I am not a maid, I ve said it to you before and I'll say it again I am no longer your maid I'm now Alpha Darrel daughter" I said to Becky because I couldn't stand her calling me a maid.

　　"Shut up! You don't speak when I'm still talking" Becky said with a furious look on her face.

　　I was startled by her a bit so I took a step backwards.

　　"Luna Becky please don't yell at me any…"

　　"And what if I do?" She asked without even waiting for me to finish my sentence.

　　"Are you going to report me to your father?"

　　"Yes, if you continue to disturb me I'll have no choice but to tell my father how badly you are treating me," I replied.

　　I want her to know that she can't boss me around like she used to.

　　"And if I don't feel like bothering my dad with my marriage issue I'll report your attitude towards me to Darrel"

　　"So you want to report me to my son?"

　　"Yes Becky I'll report you to your son" I replied without hesitating.

　　"And you think he would believe you?" I'm his mother and he listens to everything I tell"

　　"Now I'm his wife and he will have to listen to me" I said to Becky rolling my eyes at her.

　　"I see that you just want to get me upset and I'm not going to let that happen"

　　I was done eating so it's best I left the dining for Becky and find something else to do.

　　I wasn't entertaining Becky's conversation so I stood up and was about to leave the dining room when one of Darrel's guards came to meet me.

　　"Good morning Ma'am, Alpha Darrel said I should tell you to him in his room immediately" the guard said nicely, delivering the message Darrel instructed him to.

　　I was surprised because I didn't expect Darrel to call me to his room and so was Becky.

　　"Okay, you can go I'll join Darrel in his room door" I said to the guard calmly.

　　On the other hand I was wondering why Darrel was calling me to his room.