CHAPTER 225: CLARABELLE'S PAST

CHAPTER 225

~3RD PERSON’S POV~

Clarabelle walked around the gardens with a large basket filled with laundry hanging from her right arm. She greeted the maids who worked on the rose bushes with a radiant smile on her face, and they all responded likewise.

Clarabelle wasn’t in her usual maid’s uniform today; today she wore a short red dress, tied an apron around her torso, and wore a colorful piece of cloth around her head. She walked over to some lines on the garden’s far end and gently placed her basket on the ground.

She began humming as she picked up the white sheets in the basket one by one and threw them over the lines.

Ever since the war ended, Clarabelle acted a lot differently than she did before. Before the war, she was a lot more vibrant and energetic, and enjoyed laughing a lot, but now she barely spoke and loved to spend time alone. She quietly did all her chores alone and went to bed alone.

As she stared at the white sheet in front of her, a memory flashed in her head.