"The Empress Dowager is having her breakfast. Whatever your problem is, go reflect on it by yourself."
"No… It's not that," Grace Sullivan stammered, stumbling backward as Hailey pushed her.
Seeing this, Claire Sutton furrowed her delicate brow. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but ultimately didn't dare.
"Mother, how could a check just disappear for no reason? Grace Sullivan has served the royal family for five years. If not for her merits, then at least for her hard work." Queen Vance could no longer hold back. She sat up straight, glanced toward the Empress Dowager, and spoke respectfully.
"Yes, yes, Queen Vance is right." Grace Sullivan nodded frantically, her eyes pleading.
The Empress Dowager was getting a headache. 'Looks like this breakfast is ruined.'
"Fine. You might as well tell me what's going on." With a wave of her hand, the Empress Dowager, who had just picked up her chopsticks, let go and set them down heavily on the table.
