Chapter 6 Grace had just finished her meal and was preparing to leave when she hesitated and asked, "Could you possibly lend me some money?" Joanne took a deep breath. "You spent $200,000 on a pair of cufflinks for Yancey last week, and now you're saying you're broke?" Grace awkwardly scratched her cheek. "I had to borrow money just to pay my hospital bill yesterday. I'll pay you back." Joanne transferred $10,000 to her and patted her shoulder.

"Your family cut off your spending a long time ago. Instead of saving for yourself, you kept using your money to buy gifts for Yancey and even tried to win over his relatives. "There's no point in lecturing you about this. You don't have to pay me back. If you have nowhere to stay tonight, feel free to come back here." Grace felt a wave of gratitude towards Joanne.

Since she had decided to apply for a job at Henderson Group, she needed to return home to find her ID and other important documents. As she arrived at the Lambert residence, she felt a slight unease as she rang the doorbell. A young man's voice called out from inside. "Who is it?" The door swung open, and Liam stood there. The moment he saw her, his face darkened with frustration. "Grace, what's going on? Didn't I ask you to come back early and make breakfast? You're just getting home now?

Hurry up, I'm starving." Grace looked at the tall, handsome young man in front of her, then lowered her head and slowly changed her shoes at the entrance. "Don't we have a housekeeper?" "The housekeeper's food isn't as good as yours. What's gotten into you? You've been doing this for so long, and now you suddenly want to act differently? Cooking for the family is your responsibility, isn't it? "Even when you had a high fever before, you still cooked for us.

Mom would praise you, and you'd be happy about it for hours." Grace felt a heaviness in her chest upon hearing that. Her gaze drifted to the couch where Alice, Carmen, and her father, Quentin Lambert, were all seated. Carmen noticed her and remarked, "I thought you weren't coming to cook today. Looks like you couldn't keep up the act. Go to the kitchen. Your brother is starving.

You really don't act like an older sister at all." Alice, elegantly seated on the couch, smiled softly upon hearing that. "Grace, I'd like some shrimp with broccoli. Please go easy on the salt in my meals. I don't want to feel bloated. Yancey and I are planning to take some glamour shots soon." She then turned to Carmen. "Mom, Dad, what would you like to eat?" Carmen's face lit up with a bright smile, and she affectionately stroked Alice's head.

"Alice, you're so considerate." Grace stood by the entrance, finding the entire situation somewhat comical. Then, the housekeeper approached her and handed her an apron with a slight frown. "Miss Grace, you usually wake up at 5:00 a.m. to cook breakfast. Why are you just getting back at 7:00 a.m.? Everyone's been waiting. If you're going to be late, at least inform us next time." So, they all viewed her as a servant? Grace declined the apron, turned, and headed towards the stairs.

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Everyone froze at her actions. Liam promptly stood up. "Grace, what's gotten into you? I'm really hungry! Just apologize to Alice for missing her birthday yesterday and go make breakfast!" Carmen also chimed in. "They all prefer your cooking, and you're used to it. Stop being difficult." Grace had already reached the staircase when she let out a soft chuckle upon hearing their reactions. Grace had naturally striking features-stunning and refined.

When not smiling, she exuded a cool, distant air. Her fair complexion seemed to glow, undoubtedly ranking her among Druville's top beauties. However, her years of pursuing Yancey had made her a subject of ridicule. "I charge $100,000 for each meal. Who's paying?" Her words plunged the room into an eerie silence. Quentin slammed his newspaper onto the coffee table, his face dark and stormy, as if he no longer recognized his own daughter. "This is absurd!

Where did you pick up such a money-hungry attitude?" Grace calmly tucked her hair behind her ear, her gaze sweeping over the four people in the room. "Why should I cook for you for free? I'm the one putting in all the effort. Yet Alice only asks what you'd like to eat, and that makes her the considerate one. If she's so thoughtful, let her cook." As Grace turned to go upstairs, Alice burst into tears. "Grace, what do you mean by this?

You were the one who insisted on cooking for us, saying it was to make up for things. I know you've never liked me since I returned five years ago. You always think I stole something from you. Fine, I'll move out." She wiped her eyes, appearing as though she had suffered some unimaginable grievance. Carmen's heart ached, and Liam scolded Grace. "Grace, look at what you've done! Why are you always like this?" Grace didn't bother responding.

She swallowed the suffocating bitterness in her chest and curled her lips into a faint smirk. "Sure, move out. Want me to help you pack?" Alice clearly hadn't expected that response. Her eyes looked even more wounded. "I knew it. No matter what I do, you'll never like me…" "What are you crying for? Did I hit you or insult you? You sure have a talent for summoning tears on demand, huh? I suppose the drama you generate is enough to entertain the entire country for life.

You and Yancey are truly the perfect pair. Please stay together. Just don't bother me anymore." Alice's tears ceased as she stared at Grace in shock. The old Grace would never have uttered such words. She wouldn't have been able to say anything negative about Yancey. It seemed she had been pushed to the brink and lost her composure. Alice's lips curved ever so slightly. She had always detested Grace's face and wished she could mar it. Jealousy flashed in her eyes.

"How dare you speak ill of Yancey…" Grace couldn't be bothered to argue further. She simply walked upstairs. Carmen angrily followed her. "You're out of control! Do you even hear yourself?" She reached for Grace's sleeve, but Grace pushed her away. Carmen was astonished by her reaction, dazed for a few seconds. Grace had always been compliant-never complaining or resisting. A bit of praise from the family would make her eyes sparkle with delight.

Now, that same daughter was rebelling, causing Carmen unease. "Have you been possessed or something?" Grace ignored her and continued upstairs. She located her bedroom and found it in disarray. There was even a grand piano and various instruments strewn about, all labeled. Some belonged to Alice, some to Liam. Was there no other space in this vast mansion to store instruments? Did they truly need to convert her bedroom into a storage room?