Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 796 - 797

Chapter 796: Chapter 797

The next morning dawned crisp and cold, with Serena gazing out at the manicured lawn of her family’s estate. The serenity was undeniable, yet the vast house felt empty. She was alone, save for the

occasional presence of the staff.

At last, Betty, the housekeeper, arrived with a basket, interrupting Serena’s solitude. "Hey, Betty."

Serena called out, a hopeful lilt in her voice.

"Why are you waiting out here, Serena? It’s chilly—come inside," Betty chided gently.

Inside, Betty set down the breakfast tray, arranging the simple, yet familiar, toast, eggs, and bacon.

Serena eyed the modest fare with a mix of gratitude and resignation, then sat down to eat.

"Betty, the main house was so lively last night. Was there something to celebrate?" Serena inquired, probing for gossip.

"Oh, have you heard of Summer? The internationally famous singer? For three years, her fans have adored her music without ever seeing her face. She’s the most enigmatic figure on the global stage and a genius songwriter from Solterra. Guess what? That person is Ms. Rose!" Betty exclaimed.

Serena feigned shock, her eyes wide with mock surprise.

"Last night, all the staff were after her for autographs and photos. Even Mr. and Mrs. Collins have become fans. They were all praising Ms. Rose, and when she went to shower, they were singing her songs in the living room, laughing and having a grand old time."

"I thought I heard singing and cheering." Serena mused, her heart sinking. She was enduring hardship here, while they were having fun, and her parents were amongst them, smiling.

The staff were insufferable, fawning over Rosemary, clinging to her coattails.

When it had only been Serena, everyone had scrambled to please her.

Such turncoats!

After finishing her breakfast, Serena took out her own creations, placing them into the basket one by one.

"I found some unopened flour and milk in the kitchen, so I followed an online tutorial and made some milk biscuits for my parents and sister. Take them to them, will you?" she asked, her voice hopeful.

Betty was impressed by the well-crafted biscuits, shaped like delicate blossoms, and Serena’s evident earnestness.

"I also made soup. There’s fresh produce in the garden and some unopened cans of ham, so I whipped up three bowls of vegetable and ham soup. I’m not sure if it’s tasty or if they’ll like it."

Serena carefully packed the bowls into the basket, then took out two neatly folded sheets of paper.

"This letter is for my parents, and this one is for my sister. Could you please pass them on?"

Her tone was sincere, that of someone seeking forgiveness and reconciliation. Betty felt moved by her gesture.

"If your parents and Ms. Rose see your homemade breakfast and read the letters, they’re sure to forgive you."

"I just want them to be happy, not upset over me anymore. The holidays are coming up." Serena’s voice trailed off as she looked out at the courtyard, her eyes reflecting a longing for freedom and her

family’s affection.

"I’ll deliver these right away, Serena!" Betty hurried off, finally reaching the dining area only to find that Kenneth and Louisa, along with Rosemary, had finished their breakfast.

Betty presented Serena’s breakfast and letters with haste, yet Louisa didn’t take the letters, barely glancing at the biscuits and soup before she stood and left the room.

Kenneth saw his wife storm out and hastened to catch up with her.

Rosemary too got up and left. Betty watched as Serena’s intentions were completely ignored and couldn’t help but follow Mr. and Mrs. Collins.

In this household, if Mr. and Mrs. Collins chose to forgive Serena, then Ms. Rosemary would likely soften as well.

"Mr. and Mrs. Collins!" Betty finally caught up to them, walking briskly alongside them, "Ms. Serena was brought up without lifting a finger in the kitchen, yet she managed to make those muffins and biscuits look so beautiful. She must have put in a lot of effort behind the scenes! She’s hurt so badly; not only did she prepare this feast herself, she also wrote a letter. You should at least see what she wrote, try what she’s cooked."

Louisa stopped in her tracks, eyeing the servant with a frosty gaze, "What has she offered you to speak so fondly of her?"

"Heavens no!" Betty quickly clarified, "Ms. Serena hasn’t given me a dime. It’s just that I saw her looking so pitiful this morning, sitting alone on the garden bench, without a soul by her side. She has

always been the center of attention; how could she not feel the chill of being neglected?"

"That’s her feeling neglected?" Louisa retorted with a hint of anger, "She’s been bullying Rose for half a year, in the open and behind her back. Did she ever consider Rose’s feelings? That’s far worse than feeling neglected! I sent her to the guesthouse to reflect, to realize what she’s done wrong, not to concoct these distractions!"

If this were the past, Serena’s muffins and biscuits would have been devoured by Louisa without a crumb left. The letters written by Serena would have been read by Louisa, word for word.

But not this time. Louisa felt that the girl hadn’t truly grasped the gravity of her mistakes, just trying to charm her way out of that house, playing the same old sympathy card.

"If you really can’t stand seeing her like this, then we’ll have someone else deliver her meals!" Louisa moved on, closing the conversation.

"No, Mrs. Collins." Betty saw their minds were made up and called out again, "Mr. Collins." But even Kenneth didn’t respond.

Watching their resolute and indifferent backs, Betty steeled her heart and ran to find Rosemary.

Rosemary had just settled into the driver’s seat, about to close the door, when Betty blurted, "Ms. Serena wrote you a letter; won’t you give it a glance? And the breakfast she made, you haven’t even tasted it. She truly realizes her mistake and wants to apologize! It’s almost New Year."

"If she really realized her mistake, you wouldn’t be here being used by her."

Betty froze, not understanding what that meant.

"Your hand."

With Rosemary’s reminder, Betty realized she was still clutching the car door and quickly let go.

Rosemary shut the door, stepped on the gas, and drove off, leaving Betty somewhat dazed, watching the car disappear. Ms. Rosemary’s words puzzled her. Serena hadn’t used her at all; it was she who felt pity for Serena and wanted to help.

Her phone rang at that moment. It was a call from Serena, who acted in a polite and amicable way, treating her not like a servant but like a friend.

"Serena, they didn’t touch your breakfast, not a single bite, and they didn’t even glance at the letter, let alone hold it in their hands."