"Of course, Ms. Scott. Don''t you worry. I have my ways of dealing with Natalie. I can make her life a living hell."
The housekeeper ended the call with a vicious smile.
If her son could get a job at thepany, he''d be making a seven-figure sry.
Night fell.
After Natalie finished the acupuncture treatment, the matriarch drifted into a deep sleep.
Natalie tucked her in and quietly left the room to get some rest.
She would give her another treatment in the morning. The old woman''s stomach pain would subside, but her gastric issues needed slow and steady care to fully heal.
As she gently closed the door, she saw the housekeeper standing a short distance away.
The housekeeper smiled. "Ms. Sanders, I''ve prepared the guest room on the first floor for you. Please, go on down and rest."
Natalie frowned slightly. The first floor?
It didn''t matter where she slept, it was only for one night. She''d always stayed on the first floor when she visited before.
Besides, she was tired, and she had to be back early tomorrow.
"Alright," Natalie nodded.
Just then, Sebastian emerged from the master bedroom. He red at the housekeeper. "Natalie is my wife. Where do you think you''re sending her?"
A flicker of panic crossed the housekeeper''s eyes. "Mr. Griffith, when Ms. Sanders visited with you in the past, you always had her stay on the first floor. You said she wasn''t worthy, and that only Ms. Scott was qualified to stay upstairs. Ms. Scott is the apple of your eye, after all. I was only following your orders."
Sebastian''s brow furrowed. He remembered saying something like that.
Back then... He looked up sharply and saw a sh of pain in Natalie''s eyes. He frowned and started walking toward her.
But Natalie had already turned and headed downstairs. She was heartbroken, unable to speak, a lump forming in her throat. So that was it. She wasn''t worthy.
And why would she be? A woman with a venomous heart like Joanna was a much better match for Sebastian.
Downstairs, Natalie grabbed her bag and walked out of the estate. She could juste back early tomorrow.
As she walked, she texted Luna toe and pick her up.
Sebastian followed her out, grabbing her arm. “Natalie, where are you going?"
Natalie looked up, her voice weary. "I''m going home. Is there anything else, Mr. Griffith?"
Her pained voice made him frown. “Don''t pay any mind to what the housekeeper said. I won''t let her speak like that again."
Natalie was speechless. "Sebastian, she wasn''t the one who said it. You were. I know I''m not worthy, so I''ll go home. Now please, let me pass.”
Sebastian refused to let go, his grip tightening "Natalie, what happened in the past is in the past it was my fault Stop makin scene told
you, from now on, I''ll be on your side..."
"I don''t need you to be. You siding with me would probably get me
killed. I''m begging you, Mr. Griffith do me a favor and leave me alone. Whatever happens between you," Joanna, and the Scott family has nothing to do with me."
“Besides, someone as vile as you is beneath me. Get lost."
Natalie forcefully yanked her arm free and walked away.
Sebastian started after her, but when he heard his footsteps, she spun around and yelled, “Sebastian, don''t follow me! I despise you enough as it is!"
Her words stopped him in his tracks. His eyes turned crimson with anger. “I just wanted you toe back inside. It''ste.”
"We live in a civilized society. It''s perfectly safe out here, even at night.”
With that, Natalie turned and left, giving him no chance to say another word. Sebastian watched her retreating figure, feeling a wave of helplessness.
Fine. Natalie had always been strong. She would figure it out on her own.
But what he didn''t understand was just how deeply the housekeeper''s words had cut her.
Sebastian turned back and saw the housekeeper standing in the foyer His expression darkened Go see Sean to collect your final paycheck. You''re fired."