Not long after dinner, Moira's luggage was sent over. She shamelessly moved into the second floor under the guise of taking care of the children. Zaden couldn't be bothered to express his opinion. As long as she didn't bother him.
Moira interpreted Zaden's silence as approval. She thought of a way to get rid of Grace.
"Grace, come and unpack my luggage!" Moira arrogantly demanded.
Grace was the chef and she worked part-time to take care of the children. She wasn't an ordinary servant. She didn't even have to wash the dishes. She ignored Moira.
"Haven't you asked the wrong person?" Grace did not move an inch.
It wasn't time to put the children to sleep yet. It was her break time now.
Moira was very angry when she saw Grace disobeying her. She insisted, "Grace, you have to be clear of your identity. You're just a babysitter!"
"You're the one who isn't clear. I'm a chef, not a babysitter," Grace corrected her.