Ruth dropped another glass while cleaning it with a napkin. The loud shattering sound brought her back to her senses.
She cursed under her breath, her brows furrowed deeply in frustration. For the last two days, she could not concentrate on any work. Her mind kept getting lost, and the headache never left her company.
Anything that she touched either broke or got lost. She was like King Midas but with a slightly different curse that she had not gotten from her greediness like him.
"What are you doing woman? Are you set on destroying this manor with your hands?"
Ruth closed her eyes in annoyance. Fannie was the last thing she needed at that point.
Not getting any response from Ruth, Fannie dared to turn her around to face her by holding her arm tightly.
"I am asking you something, you beggar! This is the fourth glass that you have broke in last two days. Do you even know that this glass set was bought by Lady Theodora from another country."
