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"Miss Lowe, Rita is having a shower upstairs.

Come in and have a cup of tea."

"Thank you. Mrs. Brown."

Annie nodded to Amelia politely and sat on the couch elegantly. But her hands were resting on her laps instead of reaching for the tea that was still hot.

Though Annie didn't come from a rich and powerful family, she knew her manners.

While Amelia was taking a sip of tea, she was actually sizing up this sweet and well-mannered lady with the corner of her eyes.

After a while, she asked lightly, "Miss Lowe, you said that Rita saved you?"

"Yes."

"I wonder what happened?"

Hearing Amelias question, she clutched at her hands and looked terrible.

Sensing Annie's mood change, Amelia realized that something terrible must have happened that day, so she tried to change the subject to avoid rubbing salt into her wound.

"I heard that Miss Lowe has a great taste in tea. Just so it happens that someone sent me some tea several days ago. Can you help me to identify if it's really a good