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Chapter 1551

    Chapter 1551


    She hadn''t expected the servant to be so clever, but with school starting, it would be a long time before.


    "Oh, right, Mr. Cooper stopped by looking for you, but no one told him you were confined to the annex,"


    Betty said as she ced a jar of ointment on the table. "He saw you had scratches on your face and


    brought this—he said it''ll heal without leaving scars. There are other ointments too, for pain relief and


    to help wounds heal faster. He marked the instructions on them. Serena, Mr. Cooper sure is good to


    you."


    Serena looked at the array of medicine boxes, each with a Post-it note in Martin''s handwriting.


    She hadn''t expected that being locked away here, the only one who seemed to care about her injuries


    would be a stranger.


    "Did mom and dad know he sent me ointments?" Serena inquired.


    "Yes, I pleaded with thedy, told her about Mr. Cooper''s kind gesture. Even if she is upset with you,


    she couldn''t take it out on Mr. Cooper. After all, we''ll have to keep up appearances with the Cooper


    family. Anyway, I begged for a while, and she walked away without a word, neither a yes nor a no. So I


    just mustered up the courage and brought the ointments."


    Betty nced at the time and added, "Serena, I really must go now, I''m out of time."


    With a nod, Betty hurriedly picked up her meal box and scurried out, fearing she would stay past the


    allotted time.


    The vast house once again grew silent.


    Elsewhere.


    Arabe had just gotten home when someone called out to her.


    "Be, you''re back." Louisa rose from the sofa, spotting Arabe with a stack of papers, and couldn''t


    help but express her concern, "Still busy thiste?"


    "What time is it? Have you had dinner?" Keh nced at the clock. It was nearly ten at night. "If not,


    I can whip up some noodles for you in the kitchen."


    "I''ve eaten already." Arabe slipped off her shoes and stepped inside, puzzled to see her parents


    waiting up for her. "Dad, Mom, why aren''t you asleep?"


    "Ah." Louisa guided her to the couch before exining, "We just found out tonight from Edith about all


    the hardships you''ve been enduring in this house. That Debby and Daisy had the nerve to disrespect


    you."


    "It''s outrageous," Keh added, taking a seat beside Arabe. "Edith mentioned just a fraction of it.


    There''s no telling how much you''ve had to endure from those people when we''re not around."


    "These servants have no sense of their ce! Especially that Martha! Taking the master''s money and


    acting like she owns the ce. We''ve had someone give them a good thrashing and cklisted them in


    the industry. They won''t find work anywhere now. People like that can''t be left to cause harm to others."


    Arabe hadn''t expected her parents to secretly avenge her. She smiled and said, "Thanks, Dad, Mom.


    It''s okay, it''s all in the past."


    After all, the incident with Debby and Daisy was a long time ago.


    "You never tell us anything." Louisa suddenly embraced Arabe, her voice bing hoarse with


    emotion. "It''s all my fault for being too trusting of them, not keeping a closer eye on them. I''m sorry you


    had to suffer alone."


    "I''m to me as well," Keh confessed. "I''ve gotten used to leaving the household matters to the


    servants. They''re so polite and respectful, calling me ''sir'' every day, I never suspected their two-faced


    behavior behind our backs."


    With over twenty servants in the Collins household, each with their own specific duties, they had never


    heard of anyone pulling such outrageous stunts before.


    It was a real eye-opener for them.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.
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