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Chapter 548 "Should I add the sugar?" Eli asked, curiosity lighting her voice. "You may, Miss Eli." The head housekeeper gave her a small, encouraging smile. "Just a little at a time and stir slowly." Eli's face brightened. "Alright." Her movements were still a bit stiff, but she kept stirring the batter carefully. Every now and then, she asked about the measurements or whether she was doing it correctly. It felt good to wake up early for once and have something meaningful to do in this house. Morning at the Miller residence began far more peacefully than it had in days.

Sunlight streamed through the large dining room windows, casting a warm glow across the long table that had already been neatly set. The aroma of fresh coffee and toasted bread filled the air, creating an atmosphere that felt alive, comfortable-almost like the house itself could finally breathe again. One by one, the household members arrived. Riana came first, checking the preparations and sampling the breakfast dishes. Lydia followed, busy sorting fruit from the large baskets, especially the grapes. Grace loved grapes. Meanwhile, Eli focused on her pancakes.

Not long after, Grace and Josh came in. Riana took her seat, pouring tea into a porcelain cup. Lydia sat beside her, helping Grace arrange slices of fruit from the large bowl in the center of the table. Eli sat nearby, her face bright that morning She offered small smiles whenever someone spoke to her. Especially when it was Riana. "You look more refreshed today," Riana said warmly. "Yes, Grandma," Eli replied softly but honestly. "I slept well last night. I hope you did too." "I did." Riana reached out and gently stroked the top of Eli's head.

Lydia placed the prepared fruit on the table and smiled. "That means you're starting to feel at home here." Eli gave a small nod. Her heart felt lighter. For the first time since arriving, she didn't feel awkward sitting among them. At the other end of the table, Felicia had just come in and immediately sat down with her tablet in hand. Her brows were tightly drawn, and she muttered under her breath. "Why today of all days?" Her fingers moved quickly as she opened several documents on her phone. "A sudden meeting at nine. I already scheduled everything last week." Lydia glanced at her.

"You haven't even touched your breakfast." "I'll eat after this," Felicia replied without looking up. "If they keep changing schedules like this, I'm going to 1/2 lose half my team." Riana let out a quiet sigh. "You can be busy with work, Felicia-but you still need to take care of your health." Felicia only gave a brief nod; her attention still fixed on the screen. Meanwhile, Eli hesitated. She was holding a small plate she had carried from the kitchen. On it were several small pancakes, evenly golden. She stood slowly. "May I... put these on the table?" she asked carefully.

"I made them especially for Mrs. Althea." Riana turned toward her. "You made them?" Eli nodded. "The head housekeeper helped me. I wanted to try making something for breakfast." Lydia smiled. "They look delicious." Eli carefully placed the plate near the seat Althea usually occupied. At that moment, soft footsteps sounded from the corridor. Althea entered the dining room at an unhurried pace. Her face was still a little pale, but her smile was as warm as ever. "Good morning," she greeted gently. "Morning," Riana replied at once. "How are you feeling?" "Much better," Althea said.

"I rested well last night." Eli immediately stood. Her expression tightened with quiet nerves. "Mrs. Althea... this is for you," she said softly, sliding the plate of pancakes toward her. "I made them this morning. The head housekeeper and Grandma supervised. There's nothing in them that could trigger your allergies." Althea didn't answer right away. Her gaze settled on the plate. On the white porcelain dish sat three neatly stacked pancakes, evenly golden.

Their surface looked soft and lightly puffed, the edges thin and smooth a sign the batter had been mixed well and cooked at just the right temperature. A gentle wisp of steam still rose between the layers. admin