Ever since Ivy left, Balfour had grown increasingly cold towards Mara. It was baffling trying to figure out what was going through Balfour's mind.
At that moment, Althea came out with a steaming glass of milk, ready to take it up to Balfour. This was a habit Ivy had instilled in him, given his sensitive stomach. He often had to socialize with clients and eat out, and Ivy would always have a warm glass of milk ready for him before bed.
Since he had already eaten out today, Althea heated up some milk for him upon his return.
She was just about to carry it upstairs when Mara, with a quick glance and a smile, approached her. "Althea, let me take that milk to Balfour. I need to discuss something with him anyway."
Althea smoothly sidestepped her reach and said, "Ms. Lewis, you're a guest, and it wouldn't be right to have you taking care of such tasks. If Alyssa found out, she'd surely have a word or two for me about my lack of propriety."
Althea could see right through Mara's intentions towards Balfour. Yet, as the family hadn't asked her to leave, it wasn't their place to comment.
Those staff had spent more time with Ivy and held a deeper affection for her. Ms. Lewis always carried an air of superiority and often showed impatience, clearly looking down on them.
Over time, it became clear to them that Mara wasn't genuinely fond of the staff; her amiability was just for show in front of the family.
Ivy, on the other hand, had always shown genuine respect for everyone, and that made Althea even less inclined to hand over the milk to Mara.
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