Lucas rushed out of Carla's room in an aggrieved manner after being punched in the face. He felt a strong urge to cry since Carla accused him of something he had never done.
Astonished by the response of the dejected man, the confused Freda asked, "S-Sir Lucas, are you okay?"
"I-I didn't—" Lucas couldn't even finish his sentence as he continued dashing in the direction of his room in an aggrieved manner.
The confused Freda made her way into Carla's room and asked, "Ms. Lierger, you're up so early today! Is everything fine throughout the night?"
"Yes, I have never felt so afresh over the past two years."
Carla brought herself out of the bathroom and stood in front of her wardrobe, trying to pick the proper outfit to start the day.
"That's good to know!" Unable to keep her curiosity to herself, Freda queried, "What's wrong with Sir Lucas? He returned to his room with his face buried in his hands when I was on my way to your room."
"It turns out he's a pretentious man—he took advantage of me when I was unconscious!" Carla got increasingly worked up when she recalled the incident she had gone through.
"H-Huh? What did he do?"
Carla rolled her eyes and warned, "You need to stop poking your nose into my business and get yourself ready to depart at eight o'clock. It's about time to deal with the project of South Sea."
"Yes!"
Shortly after Carla got herself changed, she made her way into Venus's room and found out her daughter had long roused from her sleep.
Diane started dolling the little girl up with the maids around to clean the little girl's room.
Marching into the room with a bright grin, Carla greeted her daughter, "Venus!"
"Mommy!" the little girl responded in a mellifluous tone.
Seated next to her daughter in front of the dressing table, Carla asked in a gentle tone, "Why are you awake so early? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"
Staring at Carla in the eyes, Venus requested, "Mommy, I wish to drop by Daddy's place to visit him and Randy as well as Josh in the evening! Is that fine?"
Carla was startled by Venus's request since the little girl couldn't seem to get used to living apart from her siblings and father.
"I'm sure they're heartbroken since Great-grandpa has passed on! Mr. Thompson told me Great-grandpa's funeral would be held tomorrow, but I wish to be there to keep everyone company! "
Venus's words made sense since it was the right thing to do as a member of the Giblo family. She added, "Dr. Feroma told me I would be fine as long as my temperature remains normal throughout the day."
"If that's the case, we'll make our way to visit Randy and Josh in the evening once we ensure you're fine, okay?"
Venus responded with a nod. "Alright, Mommy! Thank you so much!"
Her mother kissed her on the forehead and said, "Once you're done, head downstairs and join me for breakfast with Diane."
"Mmm!"
Venus couldn't wait to join her mother for breakfast—she sat upright and allowed Diane to doll her up.
When Carla was about to walk out of her daughter's room, the maid asked, "What's with these buns over here? They are all squashed!"
The maid's partner warned her, "Shh! It might be something Ms. Venus had put aside just in case she was hungry in the middle of the night! We'll just clean up the mess!"
The questioning maid thought that must be the case. Thus, she nodded and started cleaning up the mess.
Carla thought it wasn't a big deal, but she urged her daughter, "Venus, if you're hungry, finish the food on the table instead of in the bed."
The guilty little girl stammered, "Y-Yes, Mommy!"
Once the maid got rid of the squashed buns, they were about to make the little's girl bed.
It was then, Carla found out those weren't ordinary buns—those were hot cross bunnies she hadn't bought her daughter.
What's with the hot cross bunnies? I don't recall purchasing anything of that sort! On top of that, none of us can make those! Could it be—
She snapped out of her process of thoughts and asked, "Are those hot cross bunnies?"
Instead of answering her mother's query, Venus looked elsewhere to avoid eye contact with Carla. She secretly grasped the hems of her shirt in silence.
Diane couldn't care less. Thus, she asked, "Well, since those have been squashed-up, we can't really tell, but it doesn't really matter, does it?"
"Well, I guess you have a point." Carla played along with Diane, but she was certain someone had dropped by their place in the middle of the night.
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