Independence

Miranda felt a little embarrassed. “It’s not something worth mentioning…”

years she was with Hansel, the first two were spent in college. The remaining four years onfined in the mansion where her life revolved around him every day.

sel had used love to trap her in a cage, Miranda didn’t just sit idly doing nothing during all inside the cage.

from taking care of Hansel’s daily needs, she spent her time reading and upskilling by consciously Veloping various hobbies.

As their relationship gradually fizzled out, Hansel’s visits home became less frequent, Miranda finally had more time for herself.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

She signed up for many courses and earned numerous certificates by filling up all her free time. Miranda never forgot what her father told her when she was a child. Learning should be a life–long endeavor.

Moreover, having more skills meant having more open options

he future.

Perhaps deep down in her subconscious, she never dared to rely completely on Hansel.

After the talk, Miranda couldn’t leave just yet. She had to guide the ladies in their hands–on practice by brewing a pot of tea.

During her lecture, many had already started making tea following her instructions.

“Ms. Sutton, try my tea and see how it is.”

“Try mine too and give some feedback.”

“And mine! Test mine too!”

Miranda had no choice but to try everyone’s tea one by one and provide individual feedback.

When it was Peggy’s turn, Miranda could smell the fragrant aroma of tea even before the lid of the teapot was lifted. She exclaimed in surprise, “Is this Westlake tea?”

Peggy had a round face and chubby cheeks. When she smiled, she appeared warm and kind. “Yes, this is Westlake tea from Wind Mountain. We picked the leaves last year. Try it and see how it tastes.”

Miranda lifted the lid. The tea leaves were flat and smooth while the tea’s hue was bright. There was a rich aroma that wafted into her nose. It was likely top–grade Westlake tea.

She was quite surprised. Most of the ladies here only came to leam the art of tea just for show or to pass the time. However, Peggy clearly knew her tea.

Miranda took a sip. The tea had a delicate fragrance and lingering aftertaste. She couldn’t resist taking a second sip before praising the tea. “This is excellent tea.”

The tea leaves were of high quality, and her brewing technique was perfect.

Peggy beamed with happiness. “Our family built our fortune by selling tea. We have a large tea plantation

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