Anna continued to eat with an air of indifference, brushing aside the strands of hair that had fallen over her forehead. "Do you really think my father would go against me for the sake of a mere servant?"
Her words made the servant turn pale. The realization hit her hard—if even Emily's condition couldn't make Alexander act against Anna, then what hope did she have? She had worked hard to secure a comfortable and well-paying job, and she wasn't about to lose it now.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Miss Morgan. I didn't mean to offend you."
Anna gave her a brief glance but said nothing more, choosing instead to return her focus to her meal. She didn't care about how others viewed her, nor did she glance at Charles.
No one knew the depth of her pain whe
