âQuite well.â Michael nodded, trying to hold my hand.
I avoided Michaelâs hand and stood apathetically in place.
Michael lowered his eyes and turned to go downstairs.
Following him, I asked, âMike, why do you think Iâm Stephanie Carlson?â
Michaelâs steps faltered, and he looked back at me. âBecause you are.â
âWhat if someone else comes to you tomorrow claiming that sheâs Stephanie Carlson? Who will you choose?â I asked with a cold smile.
Michael was stunned. âThat wonât happen. I can recognize you.â
I laughed.
Really?
Steven could recognize me quickly after seeing me, but I didnât believe Michael could do the same.
If Yasmin and Peterâs plan really succeeded, would Steven and Michael still recognize me? Would they still trust me?
Michael opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. But then, he lowered his eyes and turned to go downstairs.
As I was about to go downstairs, Angel stopped me and looked at me quizzically.
âStephie, the cherry tree on Quemerley Street has blossomed.â
I looked at Angel in confusion.
What did that mean?
Seeing my perplexed expression, Angel quickly let go of my hand and averted her gaze. She said calmly, âMs. Stephie, itâs time for breakfast.â
As Angel turned to go downstairs, my legs felt stiff.
The cherry tree on Quemerley Street had blossomed?
It sounded like a secret message.
Was she exchanging a secret message with Stephanie or Stephany?
Was this caretaker a double agent?
âMs. Stephie, try this sea bass. Itâs your favorite.â Angel put the grilled sea bass in front of me during breakfast.
I furrowed my brows and looked at her. She knew I didnât eat sea bass.
Seeing that I wasnât eating, Angel said again, âMs. Stephle, the weather is getting warmer.
You and Mr. Ford should go out for a walk and see the tulips getting warmer.
Michael interrupted in a deep voice, âStephie is allergic cause difficulty breathing if itâs severe.â
Theyâre beautiful.â
large patches of tulips. It can âOh, I forgot about that.â Angel nodded and turned to leave Michael put the food on my plate and then took a towel to wipe my hands.
I subconsciously pulled my hand back, still feeling resistant to him deep down.
Mark remained silent and continued to serve me soup without a word.
Sitting across from me, Yasminâs eyes were almost bulging out with jealousy as she watched 1. me.
I glared at Yasmin and whispered, âMike, I want to eat a hardâboiled egg. Can you help me peel one?â
Michael reached for an egg and peeled it carefully, placing it in my bowl.
âMike, I canât eat with her watching me.â I propped my head up onto my hand and complained, the corners of my mouth curling up.
I was going to make things difficult. I wanted to stir things up.
Yasmin wanted to replace me, didnât she? Before she did, I would cause as much trouble as I could.
Michael sighed, knowing I was causing trouble. But he still indulged me. He seemed helpless.
âYasmin, Iâm sorry. From now on, please have your meals in your room. Iâll have the caretaker send them to you.â
Yasmin clenched her fists in anger. âMike, do you really hate me that much?â
âItâs not that he hates you, itâs me.â I put down the cutlery and looked at Yasmin. âSeeing you makes me sick. I canât eat.
âStephany!â Yasmin got up angrily.
âMike, sheâs so mean,â I said with redârimmed eyes, holding onto Michaelâs arm.
Michael was stunned. He looked at me and then said, âYasmin, Stephie is the lady of this house.â
Yasmin took a deep breath, obviously trying to endure it. âOkay. Iâll leave.â
As soon as Yasmin left, I immediately let go of Michaelâs arm and wiped my hands with a disgusted look.
Michael sighed helplessly and didnât say anything, continuing to serve me food.
âDonât serve me anymore. I donât want to eat the food you serve.â I ate an egg and drank some chowder. Then, I got up and left. âIâm going out for a walk. Donât follow me.â
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