NovelOnlineChapter 985 Just then, the bodyguards and the housekeeper rushed into the room- "What'sthe matter, Mrs. Ford?" "What happened here?!" The housekeeper had worked at the Ford Mansion for many years, and the second he saw Wendy collapse on the sofa, he hurriedly rushed over.” Madam! Did you have another heart attack?" This revelation surprised Stella. She asked Wendy, "So you have... heart disease?" Wendy nodded. By now, she had calmed down significantly.
"I've had it for many years now," she explained.
She then turned to the housekeeper. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Stella has given me my medicine." "Thank goodness..." The housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief. His gaze tuned towards the stranger in the room, then frowned and asked sternly,” What's going on here?" That plump man had been stunned because of Wendy's sudden heart attack, but he came back to his senses upon hearing the housekeeper's sharp voice.
"I'm sorry, boss. | slipped and fell just now..." The housekeeper looked around to evaluate the situation. He then looked out the window and glanced at the overalls the plump man was wearing. He now had a rough idea of what had just happened.
"Didn't your company train you before you came here?" he barked. "And to think that you've caused such trouble on such an important occasion... Can you even afford the consequences if something happens to Mrs. Ford and Madam Ford?!" The housekeeper's attitude was vastly different from the way the two women had reacted. Being put in charge of the entire operation within the Ford Manor, it was also his subordinate who was responsible for hiring the maintenance workers there.
Follow current on NovelEnglish.netThus, if any problem occurred due to the fault of the workers, the person who ultimately had to answer would be him.
It was unsurprising then that he was especially stern with the plump man.
"Who's your supervisor?" the housekeeper demanded. "At the rate they're going, | wonder if they're even qualified for their job! You were paid a lot so you could repair, not break in through the window and give people a scare!" The plump man's face reddened instantly. He was already injured, to begin with, and bloodstains still covered his face. Now, the housekeeper's severe admonition distressed him so much that he couldn't even raise his head.
"Excuse me..." Stella tried to interrupt the housekeeper as she could not watch it going on any longer.
"Leave it," Wendy whispered, grabbing her arm to stop her. "Let the housekeeper do his job. He's much more experienced than you. He knows exactly how to handle it." Just after she spoke, heavy footsteps were heard approaching from the door.
"Wendy!" Chris had hurried here as soon as he heard what had happened.” Are you okay?" He rushed to Wendy's side, looking deeply distraught. Grasping her shoulders, he looked at her anxiously.
"Are you still in any sort of discomfort?" he asked. "Should we go to the hospital?" "No," Wendy shook her head and told him, "I'm fine. Just get all these people away for now. Don't let this disrupt Father's party..." Though it was not that big of a deal, if the news of her heart attack blew out of proportion, she might just be accused of trying to hog all the attention.
Chris understood her line of reasoning very well, and seeing that she was much better, he nodded and reassured her, "Don’t worry. I'm the only one who knows about this." Wendy stared fixedly at him, unsure if his undisguised concern for her was all genuine. Suddenly, all her resentment for him was mixed with a new litany of other emotions.
This mixed bag of feelings perplexed her.
Chris paid no attention to Wendy's changing emotions because he noticed that Stella was still beside them.
"Are you hurt?" he asked out of politeness.
Stella shook her head.
Follow current on NovelEnglish.netShe glanced at the plump man. She wondered if it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but for some reason, she had a feeling that that man had been staring at her from the moment he broke into the room.
Yet every time she looked at him, the man would instantly look away.
The gut feeling made her hair stand on end. She could only hope that she had been overthinking.
For the time being, the room was unsuitable for anyone to stay in, let alone Weston and Stella. The housekeeper sent the people away while Chris took Wendy back to their room.
Weston only heard of what had transpired after it was all over. He returned to the room only to find Stella cleaning and rearranging her pots.
He strode in, grabbed her wrists, and made her put the things in her hands down.
"Let other people do it," he told her. "l wanted you to stay in the room to rest, not busy yourself with these chores."
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