Helena laughed sarcastically. "What do you mean? Liana worked hard... for me in Broughton?" Helena pondered for a moment, then understood. "So, she told you that she baked cakes for the festival?"
Duke Henry remained silent. Helena's innocent act infuriated him even more.
"She was the one who offered her help to me. She forced me to give her tasks," Helena explained. "Am I wrong to ask her to bake? It's the only thing she's good at. I wouldn't ask her to chop wood in the forest, would I?"
"So, Liana was telling the truth. You won't admit that Liana helped you with many great ideas to improve your hotel," Duke Henry said firmly in a cold tone. He stared at her with a sharp gaze, as if his eyes could extract the truth from her lips.
"What do you mean, Grandfather?" Helena asked, disbelieving. "I am grateful to Liana because she came up with a very clever and affordable recipe that locals love."
