Chapter 450

When Jane and her sister entered the ancestral hall carrying a thermal food container, Rosalia was huddled in a corner, trembling as she hugged her knees. The moment the heavy wooden door creaked open, her head snapped up with desperate hope. But upon seeing Jane and Mina, the light in her eyes dimmed instantly. She glared at them venomously and snapped, "What are you doing here? Come to laugh at me?" "Ugh, don’t bite the hand that feeds you!" Mina shot back, her temper flaring. "We begged Grandma for this chance to bring you food and keep you company. If you’re so tough that you don’t need it, fine—we’ll leave!" With that, Mina grabbed Jane’s hand and turned to go. But Jane had already lifted the lid of the container, releasing the rich, savory aroma of the food inside. Earlier, when the maid had brought Rosalia dinner, she’d been too furious to eat and had thrown everything out in a rage. Now, after hours in the cold, dimly lit hall—where the flickering shadows of ancestral tablets l