NABC Chapter 349 Household Affairs
Chapter 349 Household Affairs
Chapter 349 Household Affairs
Loila wasn't actually planning to come; after all, the Hamilton family's place was still a bit oppressive.
I don’t know if it was just psychological, but in any case, Loila didn’t really want to come.
She even planned to forget about the family's affairs and not come back until she died—but she couldn't resist Miss Xirui's persistent pleading.
Every week, she would report to Lori through the necklace about her work and recent events, such as which elder of the Hamilton family was not cooperating, or which magic array item had yielded high returns, and so on.
Along with that, there was also her request.
"When is Miss Loila coming? Would Miss Loila be interested in coming to see me? I'd like to meet Miss Loila again—"
Such words.
Were we really that close before?
Loila had actually thought about this question, and the answer came from Miss Nagini.
"Perhaps it's because she's already considered Loila a friend," Miss Nagini said—ah, a friend—how could she possibly refuse a request from her?
Although I already have more and more friends, it would be great if someone wanted to become a new friend.
So Loila came, but before she came she told Xirui not to tell anyone. If there was a welcome party, Loila might never come again.
Looking at the meeting room with only two people, Loila couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But it still feels a bit awkward—after all, I'm not very familiar with Miss Xirui, and the person next to her is—
"Miss Loila, I am Jeanne Rozier from the Rozier family." The woman in black robes bowed slightly. "I am the cousin of Miss Shiloh, whom you know."
"Ah—you—hello." Loila nodded somewhat awkwardly, and after looking closely, she realized that this Miss Jeanne did indeed resemble Miss Shiloh, both having long black hair and purple eyes.
However, compared to Miss Shiloh's indifference, she seemed to be more—gentle.
"Miss Loila, these are the accounts for the past few months, please take a look—" As Loila sat down, Xirui, who was standing, immediately brought Loila a thick book.
With a "thump!", the book was placed in front of Loila.
Hmm————
The accounts and stuff—after just a few glances, Roy felt like his eyes were seeing stars. What was all this?! A whole bunch of numbers, and then—various place names—Roy had to admit, he felt he was definitely not good at management work.
"You—you did a great job," Loila said, her lips dry. "I'm so glad—"
"This is a task that Miss Loila entrusted to me with, and I will definitely do my best." Xi Rui clenched her fists to her chest, as if in prayer, and said, "And the fact that you chose me, I will never forget your kindness."
"No—don't do this—"
I just—I really didn't know anyone else, so I chose Xirui. I guess I'll never be able to say that for the rest of my life.
"Oh, right—" As if remembering something, Loila pursed her lips and asked, "Um—I have something I want to ask you."
""
"Please speak."
"No need for honorifics or anything like that."
"No, no, no, you are the head of the Hamilton family, I am merely your representative—"
"Don't say that—" Loila glanced helplessly at Jeanne, the woman from the Rozier family, and said with a gentle smile, "Miss Siri—Miss Loila means that she hopes you won't be too reserved."
"After all, Miss Loila was willing to choose you, which means that the relationship between you and Miss Loila is not simply that of a personal maid and her master, is it?"
Ah—is that so?
"Is that so, Miss Loila?"
"Ah—of course—that's right."
Loila lied again; if Luna were here, her ears would definitely be in danger.
"Then—then do you have any questions for me, Miss Loila?"
Oh right, I still have something to ask myself.
Having corrected the issue of address, Loila coughed and lowered her voice: "Um—"
"I'm a little curious—why did you say those things when you first came here?"
Loila was referring to what Xirui told her not to come back when she first came here. At first, she thought Xirui disliked her, but now it seems that Xirui had already discovered something, right?
But he and she had never met before and didn't know each other—why would she do this?
hope Rui paused for a moment upon hearing this, then suddenly smiled: "There are two reasons for this."
"One of them is related to Miss Loila's father."
"dad?"
"That is, Mr. Philip—" Shirley said, pursing her lips, "My mother was also a maid in the Hamilton family, and so was my grandmother—in other words, our family has existed as maids in the Hamilton family for generations."
"But Mother once mentioned that Mr. Philip was different from the other Hamiltons—he was not arrogant towards us servants at all—on the contrary, he was friendly."
"She even had conflicts with members of the family because of her mother's situation. If it weren't for Mr. Philip, her mother might have been forced to leave here long ago." Xi Rui said with a soft smile, "When I learned that Miss Loyra was Mr. Philip's daughter, I decided to help Miss Loyra."
"However, I—I'm clumsy, I must not have served Miss Loila well back then—"
"No, that's not true." Loila quickly waved her hand. "Actually, I'm just not quite—not quite used to these things—"
"That's what makes Miss Loila different from others," Shirei said with a gentle smile.
"That's why I want to help Miss Loila."
Oh, I see. Wait, wait, isn't there another reason?
Loila pursed her lips and reminded her, "Then there's another reason—"
"Another reason?"
"Ah—of course it's because—Miss Loila is so cute!"
"Um?
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"Miss Loila has beautiful silver hair and blue eyes, and the way she speaks so timidly is so cute. She's also cute because she's never seen a golden toilet before, and she looks cute lying in the bathtub for the first time. What did you see?!"
And why is my face getting redder the more I talk about it?
Loila looked at her strange personal maid and didn't know what to say.
"Ahem—Miss Siri—" Jeanne coughed to remind her, "Miss Loila is still here."
"Ah—I'm sorry, Miss Loila," Shirei said with a playful smile, "I got a little too excited."
Is this only a little bit?
"Oh, right—" Loila remembered something else and pursed her lips, saying, "That thing about Peterson's father—Edward—"
Is he still alive?
"Mr. Edward?" Shirley paused, thought for a few seconds, and then said, "Didn't Miss Nagini tell Miss Loila?"
No—no.
"Mr. Edward fainted the day I became his agent."
"Then he passed away not long ago."
Oh, that's fine then. Okay, then. Loila suddenly remembered that it wasn't for any other reason than that she was a little worried that Edward might hinder Ciri's work.
Now it seems unlikely—but he died at a very opportune time.
But Peterson would probably be very upset if he knew—well, why do I feel even better?
Am I a very, very bad witch?