In the side hall, Selma had prepared some coffee. Jessica gulped down an entire cup, her throat dry, her stomach growling. She was hungry and thirsty, but she dared not leave her room for fear the people outside would burst in and come for her.Seeing Jessica in such a state, Selma said, "I saw you working diligently just a couple of days ago. How about I make you a bowl of noodles?""Thank you," Jessica murmured softly, her voice thick with tears as she watched Selma leave.Her eyes were swollen, and the toll of exhaustion had taken its full effect. She looked like someone utterly defeated, stripped of all dignity."Everything I could give, I gave. I paid my debts," she muttered, her voice flat. "I still owe people so much money. I know I don't deserve any sympathy. I'm no good, but do you really think that as a so-called duchess in Ironridge Estate, I could do anything evil?"My mother-in-law hates me, my husband doesn't care for me, and I don't even have control over the househ
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