The previous times, there was no response at all, which made her a bit worried, so she pushed open a crack in the door.
She respectfully and politely said, "Madam, Mr. Lu asked me to wake you up for breakfast."
Lin Chu lay on her side with her back to the door. Even though the heater was set to the highest temperature, she remained cold all over, curled up into a small bundle under the covers.
"Leave."
Her voice was still hoarse, very low in tone, but carried an intangible aloofness.
In the past few months, it was the first time the servant heard such cold words from the once lively and cheerful Mrs. Lu.
But before Mr. Lu left for the company, he had instructed them to make sure that his wife ate breakfast before resting.
She hesitantly spoke, "But..."
"Get out."
The servant only managed to say two words before the simple syllable forced her to retreat.
She dared not linger any longer, cautiously closing the door behind her, and tiptoed downstairs.
