Arsyila has been so tormented all this time, but no one understands her situation, her mother even asked Arsyila to get married.

Even though Arsyila has been working only for her sick mother,

Arsyila's hard work so far has never been considered by her mother.

"come on Arsyila cheer up, you have to be strong to face everything!" that's all Arsyila can make to encourage herselft

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{Bring me food!} A smile appeared on Arsyila's lips, she immediately quickly took a large portion of food.

"I'll take lots of food, after that I'll eat Mr. Arham's leftovers." Arsyila muttered while smiling happily.

Arsyila took the food and went straight to Arham's room. And it turned out that when he arrived Arham was staring at a photo of Arham and Amanda together.

"Sir?" Call Arsyila. Arham glanced briefly at Arsyila.

"Come in!" The order.

Arsyila immediately came in and fed Arham with the food she brought.

"You brought food like I always eat a lot?" Arham spoke curtly.

"Sir, you have to eat a lot."

"This meal could be enough for two people." Arham shook his head.

Finally Arham finished his food, Arsyila was happy because he could eat a lot now. "Sir, I'll excuse myself." Arsyila immediately left there.

Arsyila sat in front of the door of Arham's room, she thought it would be impossible for Arham to leave quickly.

Arsyila ate the food with great gusto.

"Why are you eating my used food." Arham's voice felt screeching in Arsyila's ears.

Slowly but surely Arsyila looked at Arham. "Sir?" Arsyila was surprised to see her master's expression.

Arham felt tired. It's natural because he has been working all day plus there are problems in his life. Arham decided to return to his room.

"Just laying down for a while won't make me go bankrupt." he said softly.

Arham realized that he was helpless because his legs were paralyzed. However, he was still grateful because he had a lot of money, Arham couldn't imagine what it would be like if he didn't have any money.

Everyone will definitely stay away from him. Just like his parents who are even more concerned about their business abroad than Arham who has to bear such a heavy burden.

Arham moved his hands to make the wheelchair he was sitting in move.

Arham came out of his office. But now he was surprised when he saw Arsyila sitting there eating the food he had used.

"Why are you eating my used food?" Arham's voice felt screeching in Arsyila's ears.

Slowly but surely Arsyila looked at Arham. "Sir?" Arsyila was surprised to see her master's expression.

Arsyila was just silent. How could he possibly tell Arham everything?

"Say Arsyila! Why are you eating my food?" Arham asked again.

"M-master, I'm sorry." His speech was stuttering.

"Reply me!" Arham snapped.

"The salary you give is very high, sir. So they asked me to eat your food." Arsyila explained in panic.

He was afraid that the servants would be angry with him if Arham got angry. Arsyila looked down. In fact, he had also knelt at Arham's feet so that Arham wouldn't get angry.

"They asked you to eat my used food?" Arsyila was silent, she felt there was no right answer to answer that question.

"CK, since when did my house become a place for bullying." Arham looks annoyed.

Arham moved his wheelchair towards the elevator.

Arsyila just followed from behind.

"I'm dead." he muttered.

They arrived downstairs and saw several servants preparing to rest.

"I ask you all to gather together!" Arham's orders cannot be contested.

"Sir, please don't do anything." Arsyila asked.

"I'm not defending you! It's just that I hate people who feel powerful." Arham snapped.

Without waiting long, the six servants immediately came there.

They lined up facing Arham, while Arsyila could only duck behind Arham.

"Who runs the kitchen?" Arham asked in an annoyed tone.

One of the servants took one step forward from his place.

"I am, sir." he said.

"Who said that Syila can only eat food used by me? Huh? Tell me? Are you dumb?" Arham was increasingly annoyed by the servants' silence.

"Or is it up to you to decide?" Arham looked at the waiter who was one step ahead of the others.

"N-no sir." he denied.

"Who?"

Everyone remained silent, Arham would only get angrier if faced with people like that.

"Okay, I'm firing you all because no one wants to talk." Several servants who realized these words immediately prostrated themselves before Arham.

"Sir, please don't fire us." They asked while crying.

"Answer me, who did that?" Arham provides an opportunity.

"What is this, Arham?" Nana. Aunt Arham came there when she heard a commotion.

"Auntie, there are people who want to rule in my house. They decided that Syila must eat my used food." Annoyed, Arham complained to Nana.

"Then, just because of this servant you fired all the servants?" Nana asked.

"I just don't like servants who are usually just powerful." The waiter got up and immediately grabbed his co-workers who just stood still without doing the same thing as them.

"Sir, he was the one who did that. He said Arsyila was paid a large salary by Sir." The waiter started to raise his voice.

"That's right sir, he said the salary you give him will be bigger if he eats too."

"We're sorry sir." Nana just rolled her eyes lazily, she felt Arham's attitude was very childish.

"Arham, it's just a trivial matter, don't make it big. They've apologized, right?" Nana crossed her arms over her chest.

"I forgive you, but don't do the same thing again. We are the same here, I give Arsyila more salary because she takes care of me 24 hours unlike you." Arham said.