She struggled to sit up from the bed, but her body ached all over, and she groaned.

It took quite some time for the pain to subside, and then she found a garment to wear in the closet.

No sooner had she put on the clothes than the door suddenly opened.

Two maids came in arrogantly with a set of clothes in their hands.

Without saying anything, they started to strip her.

"Hey, what are you doing?" She protected her clothes desperately. Though the maids were also women, she wouldn't let them strip her like that.

"Miss Cole, according to our master, you're not here to enjoy life. Change into the clothes and come down with us!" The maids tilted their heads scornfully.

Donna looked at the clothes that the maids thrust into her arms, frowned, took a tumble, and smiled blandly, "So, he wants me to be a servant?"

"Miss Cole, you'd better hurry up. Mister will blame you for your delay and noncooperation." The maids said coldly and then turned away.

Donna sighed helplessly, changed into the maid's outfit, and went downstairs.

The maids deliberately made things difficult for her. She was assigned a lot of work and hustled all day.

At lunchtime, the maids isolated her, and she didn't eat anything. In the afternoon, she had to continue with her work despite her hunger and dizziness.

"Hey, Miss Cole, time to remove the weeds in the garden. Here is a shovel; the job is yours. These flowers are grafted from abroad by our master and very precious. Do not spoil any of them." Following her words, the maid turned away.

Donna wiped the cold sweat off her head, took the shovel from the ground, and staggered to the garden.

She removed weeds in the garden gingerly, afraid of damaging the flowers.

When the task was done, her body was covered with dirt. She got to her feet, ready to leave.

However, she hadn't eaten anything today, and hunger made her dizzy. Besides, she squatted there for a long time. When she got up abruptly, she lost her balance and fell backward to the floor with a thud.

Snap... something broke.

Shit!

She turned back and saw several crushed sprouts. The buds fell off and scattered in the mud.

The place became a mess with her fall.

A maid came over and shouted in alarm, "Oh no, what have you done? Are you blind? You have no idea how precious these flowers are. They are more valuable than you. This isn't nice! These are Miss Perez's favorite."

"This is all your fault. Report it to mister when he comes back." The maid sulked.

Then she left in a huff.

Miss Perez? Donna was baffled. Who? Wasn't this Karl's garden?

She dusted off her body, got out of the garden, and looked at the mess. With no means to save the day, she had to wait for the man to come back and make an apology.

She continued to hustle while those servants and maids were idle. All the work had been assigned to her.

Busy all day, she hadn't eaten anything and only drank some water. At that point, she was exhausted.

In the evening, Karl came back in his car. Donna followed the servants to welcome him at the gate.