A stout middle-aged maid knocked lightly on the door. "Miss Catherine, please come downstairs for the meal."
"I know." Catherine turned over and replied lazily.
"Please come downstairs for the meal."
"I know."
The middle-aged maid, undeterred, repeated, "Please come downstairs for the meal."
Catherine jumped out of bed, yanked the door open angrily, and yelled, "I know!"
The middle-aged maid remained composed and unwavering: "Please come downstairs for the meal."
"I..." Catherine's breathing hitched. After a brief moment of speechlessness, she replied dejectedly, "I'm coming."
"I'll wait for you." The middle-aged maid bowed slightly.
Under the "escort" of the middle-aged maid, Catherine descended the stairs sluggishly.
Ever since she returned home, Lady Navarre had assigned her a new personal maid. This maid executed Lady Navarre's orders meticulously—never allowing Miss Catherine out of her sight for even a moment.
