Willa rushed over to us imdiately, then faced the man whose face was twisted in shock. "Sir, please step away from her," she said.
"W...what?" The man spoke as if he were a stroke patient; he definitely wasn’t expecting the slap. I wasn’t either; I had planned to hold back. I wanted the brothers to resolve the issue themselves, but the man was just too shaless.
He wants to call him Daddy? He must be crazy. He must be out of his mind.
"Step away, move back," Willa ordered him.
The man took several steps back, and Willa ca to .
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"No. What were you doing when he was sexually assaulting ?" I frowned.
"What? I... I... forgive . I believed you were engaged in a normal conversation. I won’t let this incident repeat itself." Willa lowered her head as she apologized to . However, I said no more; instead, I huffed, turned around, and went directly into the house and to my room.
"Hello, dear. Are you okay?" Nanny Samantha was waiting in front of my room.
"I... I am fine." I tried to go into the room, but she held my arm, stopping .
"I said I’m fine!" I half-yelled.
"I heard you, but your tears ruined your beautiful face. Should I prepare a bath, or would you like to shower?"
"I... I don’t. I want to sleep, and I am also hungry." I didn’t care about my ruined face right now.
"I’ll bring it to you; the cooks already prepared pasta for you."
"T... Thank you, Samantha," I said and walked into the room.
I removed my clothes, grabbed a free gown, and wore it, then jumped onto the bed.
I closed my eyes to rest before Samantha ca, but a beep from my phone diverted my attention.
Another beep ca. A third and a fourth beep followed.
I forced myself out of bed, grabbed my phone, and returned to bed. I opened it to see different text ssages from the brothers.
Willa had inford them about the incident. I’m not in the mood for this. I switched off the phone and dropped it on my nightstand.
Where was Samantha? Just as I started to worry, the doorknob twisted, and the door opened to reveal her.
Oh, there she was.
"Co to your reading desk." She cleared the desk and placed the al on it.
"It’s pasta and roasted turkey. I told them to make it for you. Do you like it?"
"Hmm," I bobbed my head. There’s no al made in this house that tastes bad; they taste wonderful, thanks to the head cook, one of the best chefs in the country. The other cooks are also talented, and most of the kitchen maids are experts at handling food.
They make delicious als.
I finished the pasta within seconds.
"Do you want more?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Okay, I’ll bring the second dish; give three minutes." She started hurrying out, but I stopped her.
"Don’t run, please." What if she tripped and fell? She didn’t need to run. I was still eating my roasted turkey; I wasn’t done.
"Yes, dear." She left and returned four minutes later. I couldn’t tell if she ran, but she ca back early.
After devouring my turkey, I dug into my second dish.
Nanny Samantha sat behind and watched as I ate.
"I..." She started to speak. "I heard about the incident earlier; I was worried, so I made so inquiries."
I stopped eating and looked at her.
"I heard from other workers; they spoke about you in a positive light. I just t you, so I had to investigate to understand what kind of person you are. From what I gathered, they said you wouldn’t have slapped him if he hadn’t crossed the line. They said he must have crossed the line multiple tis for you to react that way."
Then she smiled. "I was glad to hear them praise you; it’s rare to see soone as privileged as you be so humble. But that’s not the main point here."
She stood up and approached . "I just wanted to tell you that you did a good job retaliating. Most n see won as sex objects, which they shouldn’t. A man of his age should know how to behave. I’m sure this isn’t his first ti doing this; you’re definitely not his first victim, but you might be the first person to teach him many lessons. He deserves it."
"He deserves whatever he is getting."
"What happened? Was he punished?" I asked.
"Yes, I believe the brothers gave an order; they beat him until he was completely unconscious."
My mouth ford an ’oh’ shape.
"Really?"
"Yes, the guards were dealing with him the first ti I went downstairs. He kept pleading, but they continued hitting him."
"I’m also glad you spoke up about it; I’m glad you didn’t hold it in. Most won feel embarrassed when sexually abused or assaulted. They tend to hide and cry in silence. Many may experience depression or suicidal thoughts after such trauma, but you managed to cope in a more mature way. Your parents must be proud of you." She smiled.
I smiled too.
"Well... I also felt embarrassed and hesitated a lot. I was going to keep it to myself," I confessed.
"No, you should never do that. If you can’t tell the brothers, tell your mom or a friend, and if it gets too hard, tell too."
"And also, Willa, yes, your driver, I t her. She’s a good woman. You can also speak to her."
"Speak to her? Haha, I doubt it."
"I’m serious. But you did a fantastic job, dear."
"Thank you."
I returned my focus to my al, and two minutes in, my phone started beeping again.
Where was it? I searched and found Nanny Samantha also searching.
"It’s my phone," she declared.
She took it out of her pocket and answered.
"Oh, it’s one of the brothers; he says your phone was off, and he wants to speak to you," Nanny Samantha inford .
"Will you accept it?"
"Yes," I felt much better now.
I accepted the call and put it to my ear.
"Why did you turn your phone off? And why didn’t you tell the truth on ti?" Parker’s voice ca through.
"I didn’t want to disturb you; you said you were busy."
"For god’s sake, Ara, how could you say that?" He groaned, sounding frustrated.
"Do you know what? You’ll resu your training next week; I’ll speak to Bryce about it."
"Are you okay?"
What? Training? Exams are coming up. What training is he talking about?
"I... I’m not okay; I’m severely hurt. I don’t think I can handle the training," I said, frowning.
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