Chapter 5

After Mr. Thompson chased after Lucas and left, Mrs. Wilson placed a bowl of noodles in front of me.

She nervously wiped her still-wet hands on her apron:

"Miss, in our hometown, we eat longevity noodles on birthdays. It means wishing for a long life."

"You ate cake yesterday and went to bed early, so I thought I'd make this for you today."

Mrs. Wilson was hired as a maid when I was born. She had worked for our family for over twenty years, always diligent and never overstepping her boundaries.

I took the chopsticks from her hand and put two strands of noodles in my mouth.

Seeing that I had finally eaten, Mrs. Wilson relaxed and smiled:

"Although it's a bit late now, but, Miss, happy birthday."

There were tears in her eyes, as if she was looking at someone else through me.