“It’s fine.” Deirdre immediately rejected Charlene’s offer. “You will only need to tell me what else I can do to seek your forgiveness, Miss McKinney.”

Charlene looked at the servant holding a bowl of stew mixed with horseradish, mustard, and chili and smiled in satisfaction.

“You don’t need to do anything else, but I’ll forgive you if you can finish the bowl of stew in Greenlee’s hands.”

A look of astonishment flashed past Deirdre’s eyes. “That’s all?”

“Yes, that’s all.”

Deirdre could smell the pungent horseradish smell from a distance. However, she perked up at the thought that everything would come to an end if she could finish the bowl of stew. “Alright, please hand it to me.”

She stretched out her arms to receive the bowl, but the servant avoided her hands and placed the bowl on the floor.

Charlene said proudly, “However, there’s no extra seat and cutlery for you at the table, Miss McKinnon. You’re going to have to lie on the ground and eat it with your mouth bit by bit!