But that didn't stop her from blaming Miranda entirely for the loss, accusing her of being the curse that killed her child.

From the moment she learned about the miscarriage, she unleashed her wrath on Miranda, then extended it to Lilah, Joselyn, and Absolon, as if she wanted to dig up their entire family history.

Even though Lilah had her thrown into the servants' quarters, her howls like a banshee pierced through the walls, reaching the main living room.

Miranda was at her wit's end. "Sis, why don't you just get rid of them?"

"I don't want them spreading lies outside." Lilah replied, "If she goes out and starts accusing us of killing her unborn child, it might not be hard to resolve, but it would certainly be a hassle."

She pondered for a moment and then instructed the maid, "Find a way to shut her up."

"Let me give it a try." Justina cautiously descended the stairs.

Recently, she had been keeping to herself, staying quietly in her room, so much so that Lilah thought she had vanished.

"You're not planning any mischief, are you, Justina?" Lilah asked with a half-smile, her gaze lingering thoughtfully on what Justina was holding.

Justina turned pale and waved her hands in fright. "No, Lilah, I won't!"

Once outside, her expression changed instantly.

She hadn't been idle these past days. While holed up in her room, she took the opportunity to thoroughly search Miranda's master bedroom. The ancient book had been hidden on the topmost shelf of Miranda's bookcase.

Now, it was tucked safely in her arms.

Justina didn't dare keep such a valuable item with her for long.

She needed to find the safest place to hide it.

"Justina, you little brat, why are you just now showing up? Get me out of here! This place is unbearable!" Emilee's excitement surged the moment she saw her.

Spencer chimed in, “Have you forgotten about us altogether?

You're living the high life out there while we suffer in this hellhole. It's outrageous!"

Justina looked at their unreasonable demeanor, hesitating to reveal the book she held close.

If this couple took away the treasure she had painstakingly found, who knows how they'd ruin it, or worse, abandon her and flee on their own.

No, she needed another plan.

"If you keep shouting, you might get into serious trouble, Justina warned, her voice cold and intimidating, tinged with anger.

Spencer paused for a moment, “What do you mean? Are we supposed to be scared of that little brat? She wouldn't dare... "

"Enough!" Justina was exasperated. "If you want to risk your lives, go ahead and shout. Don't blame me for not warning you later!"