Chapter 542
âŠ.
Scott was perplexed. âYou want to meet her?â
âYes.â
ââŠWhy?â
Scottâs eyes lit up. He wondered if Miss Olsen could be interested in him as well.
But he didnât dare say that out loud.
Keira lowered her gaze and said, âItâs nothing. Is she in Crera?â
âYes, she came with Erin, and now sheâs living at my house, and⊠my grandfather is here.â
Scott showed a troubled expression.
As soon as his grandfather arrived, he pressured Scott to marry his cousin.
But he had absolutely no feelings for Vera!
He didnât want to get married!
Yet his grandfather was the head of the family, practically the one who could decide Scottâs marriage with a single word, rendering his resistance futile.
All he could say was that he was already in love with someone.
But his grandfather insisted on meeting the womanâŠ
At this thought, Scott looked toward Keira, his eyes lighting up suddenly. âHow about you come to my place to hang out with us tomorrow?â
Keira thought for a moment and nodded. âOkay.â
She would go and see that Vera South.
If things were as she expected, Vera would definitely be Fox.
Scott then bowed his head, a smile breaking across his face.
While they were talking, in the kitchen, Peter and the maids had quickly whipped up a few more dishes and placed them on the dining table.
After Keira and Lewis finished eating, they took Amy upstairs.
Her room was already arranged, a suite suitable for a family of three to live in.
The rest of the people also went back to their respective rooms. The Olsen brothers, who rarely came back together, gathered to play cards.
Susan looked displeased as she watched Peter, and then she left the room.
Just as she stepped out of the card room, she bumped into the maid, Jenkins, colliding with the latter full-on.
Jenkins was carrying a fruit plate, which was scattered on the ground by the collision. She had been trained in etiquette and knew not to blame the host family, so she immediately apologized and started picking up the things from the floor.
The butler had said that the house owners were very amiable and that an immediate apology would make everything fine.
But Susan kicked at her unexpectedly, knocking Jenkins to the ground.
Jenkins was stunned.
Looking down from her height, Susan spoke with disgust. âIn this house, even a maid thinks she can disrespect me now!â
Jenkins quickly waved her hands. âI didnât mean it, Miss Simpson. It was an accident. I didnât do it on purpose, IâŠâ
Before she could finish, Susan pointed at her own clothes, angrily saying, âYouâve smeared my clothes, and you must compensate me! Otherwise, I wonât let you off!â
Jenkins bit her lip in anger.
After a long while, she took a deep breath. âFine, how much is it? Iâll pay you.â
She would just have to consider herself unlucky.
But as soon as she had spoken, she heard Susan say indifferently, âThirteen thousand dollars.â
âWhat?!â
Jenkins was shocked and looked at Susan in disbelief.
She looked at Susanâs clothes in shock. âThese clothes are worth thirteen thousand?â
Susan sneered. âOf course. How could someone as poor as you recognize that? Can you afford this dress? If not, itâll be deducted from your salary!â
Jenkins bit her lip with tears in her eyes, but she took a deep breath. âMiss Simpson, this is beyond my capabilities. Besides, it was you who didnât look where you were going and bumped into me.â
Susan immediately responded angrily, âWhat are you saying? Are you accusing me of being blind?â
âI didnât say that, IâŠâ
âWhat then?!â
Susan took a step forward and slapped Jenkins across the face!
âSlap!â
The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the corridor.
Jenkins was stunned. She covered her face and then glared at Susan before retaliating with a slap.
Susan was shocked. âYouâre just a maid! How dare you hit me?â
Jenkins scoffed. âItâs the twenty-first century; everyone is equal. Whatâs wrong with being a maid? Does that make me inferior? What kind of an idea is that?â
Susan breathed heavily, furiously staring at Jenkins.
âWhatâs going on here?â
At that moment, they heard Peterâs voice.
Susan quickly went up to him, speaking in a whiny tone. âPeter, she wasnât watching where she was going and smeared my dress. She even hit me!â
Peter looked toward Jenkins.
Jenkins pointed to her cheek. âI should have a slap mark on my face, too, right? Miss Simpson, why do you like to make biased complaints so much? Arenât you going to mention the slap you gave me?â
Susan said with a mix of grievance and anger, âPeter, do you see? I just canât marry you and live in this house! Your sister targets me, and even a mere maid doesnât respect me! Is she under someone elseâs orders, which is why she dares to treat me this way?â
Jenkins was about to roll her eyes. âDo you have a persecution complex or something?â
Susan grew furious. âWhat did you say?!â
Peter sighed. âSusan, itâs enough. Whatâs the point in arguing with a maid? Itâs just a dress. Iâll buy you a new one tomorrow and transfer you the money in a bit!â
Susan took a deep breath but kept her gaze on Jenkins.
By now, quite a few of the household staff had gathered around.
Susan felt if they found out she had been humiliated and still let Jenkins go unpunished, what kind of authority would she have in the Olsen family afterward?
Susanâs eyes were filled with tears. âPeter, I saved your life. You promised you wouldnât let me suffer any grievances. Is this your idea of no grievances?â
She lowered her head and wiped her eyes. âI was impulsive when I hit her, but what right does a maid have to hit back? She must apologize to me for this!â
Upon hearing this, Jenkins snorted, âThatâs impossible!â
Susan immediately looked at her and said, âPeter, do you see? Because you always fail to defend me, I have such a low status in this family! Are you going to stand by and watch me being bullied?!â
Peter paused for a moment, then helplessly turned to Jenkins. âRegardless of everything, you shouldnât have hit her. For that, you should apologize to Susan!â
Jenkins asked, âWhy should I?â
Peter said, âBecause Iâm the head of this house. Are you going to apologize or not? If you donât, Iâll have the housekeeper fire you!â
Fire her?
The Olsen familyâs domestic staff enjoyed less workload and higher pay; many sought such positions. How could Jenkins afford to lose this hard-earned job?
She pointed at Susan furiously. âJust because she saved you once, youâre biased toward her?â
Peter said, âYes! Susan saved my life, so of course, I wonât let her be wronged! You donât have to pay for the dress. Just bow and apologize, and that will be enough!â
Jenkinsâs eyes turned red. âWhat if I had saved you as well?â