Caelan noticed Eon's gaze. As an older brother with a normal mindset, he didn't overthink it. He simply assumed his sister, who had just woken up, was hungry.

"Eon, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you? I haven't eaten either. Let's have breakfast together, okay?"

Sera chimed in, "That's right, sister. Let's have breakfast together! Last night was too late, and we forgot to ask what you usually like to eat. Mom specifically asked the kitchen to prepare a variety of dishes for you today."

"Oh, and Mom and Dad went out to buy some things for you. They'll be back later. They asked me to stay home to keep you company and help you get familiar with the house."

Eon only processed two words: have breakfast.

Because she was hungry.

Hunger was normal. Even in the Eon Sanctum, she would get hungry. Back then, she would take the fasting pills she had refined herself. But now, she had no fasting pills.

Eon's expression, once filled with a listless despair, suddenly twisted. It was as if she had reached her breaking point—or perhaps she had gone completely mad.

Yes, she had no fasting pills now.

Not only did she lack fasting pills, but she had also lost her cultivation—the result of over a thousand years of relentless effort!

Countless sleepless nights refining elixirs, countless times she had forsaken worldly desires, all for the sake of reaching the pinnacle of immortality and ascending to godhood!

And now, it was all gone!

"Heh." Eon let out a bitter laugh, her anger boiling over.

Under the confused and concerned gazes of everyone around her, she stood there alone, her smile unsettling.

Caelan grew worried about his sister's mental state and was about to ask if she was okay when Eon finally reacted.

The unlucky soul, who had nearly succumbed to rage and qi deviation, suppressed her eerie smile and regained her composure. She calmly accepted the siblings' invitation to breakfast.

"Sure, but I need to go upstairs and freshen up first. You can start without me."

With that, she turned and walked away. Soon, the elevator doors closed, and it ascended to the third floor.

Yes, she had changed her mind.

Why rush to end her life? Wasn't she already miserable enough? At the very least, she should have breakfast. Otherwise, she'd die as a hungry ghost!

No, it wasn't just about breakfast.

She needed to catch up on all the sleep she had lost during those countless sleepless nights. She needed to indulge in all the worldly desires she had forsaken. Only then could she die in peace. Otherwise, she feared she would die with regrets!

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Fifteen minutes later, Eon came downstairs, freshly showered and dressed.

She wore light-colored loungewear, comfortable and warm, her hair tied up. She looked less like a walking corpse now.

The butler led the way, and Eon followed, bathed in the golden morning light. The beauty looked utterly relaxed.

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**The Dining Room.**

The air was filled with the aroma of food. The Ravencroft siblings hadn't touched their meals yet, clearly waiting for her.

Caelan had removed his overcoat and suit jacket and was sitting quietly, lost in thought. Beside him stood the maid Eon had unilaterally fired earlier for her rudeness.

The maid hung her head low, her shoulders trembling as she sobbed quietly, as if she had suffered some grave injustice.

Sera stood nearby, looking both helpless and remorseful, as if blaming herself.

Eon raised an eyebrow—just one—but said nothing.

"Sister, would you like to sit next to me?" Sera stood up immediately, offering the seat with a nervous, tentative smile.

"No, thank you," Eon declined politely.

The dining table was round, so it didn't matter where she sat. After all, she could just rotate the table to reach any dish.

Eon walked to the nearest chair. Before she could even touch it, the butler stepped forward and pulled it out for her, his movements precise and professional.

"Miss Eon, please."

Eon thanked him casually and took her seat. From start to finish, she was calm and composed, without a trace of awkwardness or discomfort, as if this were her natural place.

This surprised the servants in the dining room. Weren't they told that Miss Eon's adoptive mother was just an ordinary university teacher? A single parent at that, with a son she favored over her daughter?

They had also heard that, due to her adoptive mother's neglect, Miss Eon had grown up shy and insecure. But the woman sitting before them now didn't seem to fit that description at all.

Moreover, there was something about Miss Eon today—an otherworldly aura, as if she were… well, the servants couldn't quite put it into words.

Caelan and Sera, of course, knew the same rumors as the servants, and they shared the same confusion. But soon, Caelan smiled.

Even if his sister had grown up in less-than-ideal circumstances, she had turned out well—remarkably so.

"Clara, apologize to Miss Eon."

Clara was the maid's name.

Hearing her name, the maid, who had been quietly sobbing, froze. Stunned, she instinctively blurted out, "W-what?"

The scene felt familiar, but unlike Eon, Caelan had neither the patience nor the inclination to repeat himself. He simply looked at the maid, his expression calm but unyielding.

The maid felt an invisible pressure bearing down on her. All her earlier fantasies—sparked by the young master's sudden interest in her name—were shattered. Trembling, she turned to Eon and bowed deeply at a perfect 90-degree angle, her nails digging into her palms. She didn't dare let her voice waver.

"I'm sorry, Miss Eon. I shouldn't have been rude to you, and I shouldn't have knocked on your door so aggressively. Please forgive me."

Eon smirked, her tone casual. "Sure, I forgive you."

The maid didn't dare straighten up, remaining in her bowed position.

Caelan spoke again, his voice calm but firm. "That's enough. Escort her out. Settle her wages and compensation according to her employment contract. And, Uncle He, I don't want anything like this happening again in this household."

Caelan wasn't speaking to the maid but to the butler, who had been standing nearby. The man's demeanor remained composed, even kind.

"Understood, young master," the butler replied with a slight nod, even though Caelan couldn't see him.

The butler then turned to Clara, who was now pale as a sheet, and gestured politely. "Miss Clara, please follow me."

Clara staggered back a step, shaking her head. "No…" She didn't want to leave. The Ravencroft household was a dream job. The pay was ten times higher than anywhere else, with two days off a week, free room and board, and holiday bonuses that were nothing short of extravagant.

But more importantly, if she were fired from the Ravencroft family, she would be blacklisted in the industry. No wealthy family would ever hire her again.

"Miss Sera…" Clara turned instinctively toward Sera, hoping for help. But when her eyes met Sera's, she felt as if her throat had been squeezed shut. The cold realization hit her: there was no way out.

The butler smoothly escorted Clara away to complete her dismissal paperwork.

The scene left the other servants in the dining room with their heads bowed, silently reassessing Miss Eon's standing in the household.