Selma Payne's POV:
Emma refused to return to her previous position. She looked at me apologetically but firmly. "That's not my place, Selma. I can't feel freedom and would suffer there. I've tried my best, but I've only barely passed. To assist you, just passing is not enough. There will be someone more suitable to take my place. I can't be selfish and not let go."
"No, that's now how it's like." I shook my head, hoping to make her stay. "No one can do this well from the beginning. Even I have made countless childish mistakes. Don't belittle yourself, Emma. You're improving, and we've all seen it. You've been doing very well by my father's side, right?"
Emma smiled gently. "But you and I both know that there's a limit to this kind of progress. My upper limit is there. Mediocre is the best evaluation for me. Besides, although you and I don't say anything, we both know: My family name has determined that I can't go far.
