Chapter 978

Mayra busied herself until 10:30 pm. It was as though she was fueled by an unrelenting obsession and refused to pause even for a moment. She seemed unable to feel fatigue or any sensation at all, moving mechanically as she focused on her tasks. Finally, the manager of Parizia couldn't bear to watch any longer. "Ms. Sadler, please let me handle this. There's no need for you to do everything yourself. Take a break. You've been going for nearly seven hours without stopping." Mayra continued kneading the dough. "Grandma said one has to focus when kneading a dough. If the dough isn't kneaded well, the pastries won't turn out right. I'm fine… I'm not tired at all." Unable to convince Mayra to stop in her current state, the manager turned and went upstairs to the private room. "Mr. Barlow, you should talk to Ms. Sadler…" Anderson was resting with his eyes closed, but when he heard the sound outside the door, he slowly opened his eyes. "What happened? Is she hurt?" His voice deepened slig