Scarlett woke before sunrise.

The Quiet Pavilion occupied the farthest corner of the Regent King’s estate, separated from the main residence by a neglected garden and a narrow stone path. Its roof tiles were faded, weeds covered most of the courtyard, and one section of

For several seconds, Nanny Zhang remained on the ground.

Shock had overwhelmed pain.

The Scarlett she remembered would cry when a servant raised their voice. She would apologize before anyone accused her and tremble whenever Lady Eleanor’s name was mentioned.

That Scar

By nightfall, the Quiet Pavilion had begun to resemble a livable residence.

The servants had removed most of the weeds, cleaned the main rooms, and repaired the torn window coverings. Nanny Zhang worked in angry silence, her swollen hand wrapped in cloth.

Scarlet