Except for enduring, Flora didn't know what else she could do!
Footsteps were heard outside the door, and Flora quickly slipped under the blanket. She wasn't afraid of anyone, but she still lacked a set of clothes to cover her body. Even with the maids, she wasn't comfortable being naked in front of them.
No need to guess, Flora could tell it was Nancy who came in. After so many days, she had learned to distinguish footsteps. As soon as she heard the heavy footsteps, her body hair would stand on end, and that bloody blue dragon would instantly coil around her mind, tensing her nerves and causing her to shiver.
Flora had just raised her eyes in the direction of the door when something pink flew toward her face, hit her, and fell to the floor. It was a maid's uniform, the clothing Flora had longed for many days. Could she finally have a set of clothes?
"Put on the clothes immediately and go to work!" Nancy yelled loudly.
Flora's heart leaped with joy, and she eagerly reached out to grab the clothes on the floor, and then put them on one by one. Finally! She was dressed, and she didn't have to hide in the blankets anymore!
Nancy took a secret glance at Flora standing in front of her, and she was extremely jealous of Flora's great figure. It's no wonder Big Young Master slept with her every time he came back. Not only was she young and pretty, but she also had a well-proportioned figure. The maid's uniform looked so good on her, making her look so elegant!
Although she wasn't as pretty as Miss Chiyoko, she was still quite charming.
"What is my job?" Emerging from the blanket, Flora, who was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, was shivering from the cold.
Nancy would wear an extra layer of clothing before coming in, so she didn't feel cold, and she had plenty of time to spend here with Flora.
"When the Big Young Master is here, you serve the Big Young Master. When he's not here, go to the laundry room to do the laundry, then help out in the kitchen after that. In short, you're not allowed to stop!" Nancy declared with great authority before turning to leave.
Flora followed her out of the room and felt somewhat uncomfortable with the warmth outside. After being frozen for over ten days and cut off from the world for over ten days, she had even forgotten what it felt like to be outside, what it felt like to have the sun shining on her!
As she passed by a full-length mirror, she noticed her neck and arms, which were exposed to the air, were covered in countless new and old kiss marks. Some were blue, some were purple. It was a shocking sight!
Flora hesitated for a moment, wondering if the disheveled girl in front of her was herself. Tangled hair, pallid skin. There were still some unhealed scars on her lips. All of this served as a testament to the inhuman life she had been living!
"Why are you just standing there? What's there to be vain about!" Nancy thought Flora was being self-absorbed about her good figure, so she didn't mince words when she scolded her.
Flora was startled and quickly followed her. Nancy brought her to the laundry room, pointing at five or six baskets of laundry.
"The young masters' clothes need to be washed separately by hand and dried separately. Once they are dried to a certain point, bring them back, fold them nicely, and deliver them to their respective bedrooms. Do you understand?"
"Got it!" Flora hurriedly responded.
"You said 'got it,' but why aren't you washing yet?"
"I'm starting now!" Flora was scolded by Nancy's yelling and quickly picked up the clothes and headed towards the washing area.
Despite not being favored by Mr. White and Mrs. White, Flora still lived the life of a noble lady. She never had to worry about washing clothes, even at school she could get away with washing her few outfits casually, so she had no experience with laundry.
As she sprinkled detergent on the clothes, she felt a sharp pain in her arms, and Flora cried out in anger, glaring at Nancy, who was ready to strike her with the raised wooden stick.
"Aren't you angry!? Didn't I tell you to use soap for personal clothing?"
When did she say that?! Flora grumbled angrily in her mind but dared not utter a word. She washed away the detergent from the clothes, and obediently applied soap, enduring the pain in her heart. She had to refrain from provoking anyone if she wanted a chance to escape. Furthermore, no matter how hard the work, it was better than staying in that freezing room. She hoped Maxwell wouldn't return anytime soon and, even better, that he'd never come back.
Under Nancy's watchful eye, Flora was already exhausted by the time she finished washing the clothes. However, she persevered and took steps to explore the way to the plum tree mentioned by the little boy. She was hoping for an easier escape next time.
Just as she had taken a few steps away, Nancy's loud voice boomed, "Where are you going? The kitchen is this way!"
Frightened that Nancy might figure out her plan, Flora quickly turned and returned to Nancy's side, following her directions. As she approached the entrance to the main house, she heard the faint sound of a car approaching, and a new Porsche slowly came to a stop right in front of Flora's eyes.
Maxwell pushed open the car door and stepped out of the vehicle.
Nancy and a few other maids respectfully bowed as they simultaneously greeted, "Good morning, Big Young Master."
As Maxwell's figure appeared at the car's entrance, Flora instinctively took a step back. She lowered her head and dared not make eye contact with his cruel countenance, nor did she perform a polite greeting like the other maids.
Maxwell immediately noticed Flora in front of him. At that moment, she was holding her head high, projecting an aura of indifference and arrogance, as if she were still the unyielding heiress. It seemed that the days of torment had not dampened her spirit in the slightest.
He looked down at her coldly and sneered, "Miss White, it seems you've adapted quite well to your current life. Congratulations."
Flora's heart sank as if his words had come from hell itself. Did he mean that the torture she had endured wasn't enough? Was there even more cruelty in store for her?
Flora didn't respond to his taunt and stood quietly in place. Maxwell didn't wait for her response either; he shifted his gaze away from her and turned, heading inside the house.
Seeing Flora in a daze, Nancy scolded her, "What are you waiting for? Go!"
"Go where?" Flora asked herself in confusion. She then realized that Nancy had mentioned she should attend to the young masters when they were at home. However, she had no idea how many young masters there were, and she had no interest in knowing.