Lily Shaw heard the old man's assessment and didn't say much; she still felt she hadn't done well enough.
At the end of the day, it still came down to her lack of capability—otherwise, how would she not even have had the time for a single glance at the bedridden elder?
Old Master Grant saw her lower her eyes and bow her head, not a hint of joy on her face. His mood soured again as he scolded, frustrated by her lack of progress, "You girl are just so unlikable. Isn't this the kind of moment when you should ask me for a reward, or at least show some goodwill? If you had a sweet tongue like that little Thompson girl, how could I look at you with displeasure?"
Lily lowered her head, listening to Old Master Grant's admonition. At the end, she glanced up at him, then looked down again and mumbled quietly, "No matter how good another woman is, she still wouldn't catch your eldest grandson's eye."
