The Woods’ kitchen was just like it was three years ago, and the servants who worked inside remained unchanged.

Although Ivy felt a strong connection to them, they did not recognize her.

When she brought fruits for them to eat, they were very grateful and treated her with great courtesy.

"What should we call you, Miss? Mrs. Woods might still be asleep," one of the servants said.

"She's still not awake? She used to get up quite early," Ivy replied naturally.

"Yes! She never used to sleep in, but, ever since so many unfortunate things happened in the family, she has developed insomnia. She can't sleep at night and can only get some rest during the day," the servant explained.

"Have there been a lot of unfortunate events in the Woods family?" Ivy tensed.

"Didn't your mother tell you? I thought everyone in the neighborhood knew!" the servant said.

"I study overseas and rarely come home. My mother didn't tell me anything," Ivy explained with a smile.

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