So, it turns out he’s been getting up early and coming ho late these days because he’s been accompanying that Miss Simmons from the Simmons Family.
She even ridiculously speculated whether he was investigating the matter of her injury.
Just because of his rare display of gentleness a couple of days ago, did she really start to believe that he actually cared about her?
Because of her self-righteousness, reality quickly gave her a harsh slap in the face.
"Hey, hey, stop talking..." Just as Scarlett had been ignored for a while, soone finally noticed her. They widened their eyes in shock when they saw her and promptly tugged on the sleeve of the person beside them.
"Miss Yates... Miss Yates is right behind, stop talking."
"What, Miss Yates..." The maid who was just calling Scarlett a poor girl and ugly duckling suddenly had a change of expression, and slowly, with stiff movents, turned her head.
Seeing Scarlett standing not far behind her, realizing she might have heard the conversation, her face turned even worse, and her once rosy cheeks paled considerably.
"Miss... Miss Y..." Monts ago, her tongue was sharp, spewing all sorts of disparaging remarks. Now, it seed that her tongue was scalded, struggling to utter just a few words, stamring for a long ti before nervously calling out, "Miss Yates."
The other maids’ expressions changed several tis, each bowed their heads in a panic, biting their lips, and like her, stamringly called out, "Good day, Miss Yates."
Although they had been speculating that Scarlett might fall out of favor, speculation remained speculation after all, and nothing had actually happened; no one could be sure.
If the Young Master still valued Miss Yates as before, given what they’ve just said, they can forget about staying at the Douglas Family.
Everyone knows that the Young Master is extrely protective.
Can he tolerate the person he values being belittled by them in this way?
In their hearts, they all secretly regretted discussing such matters in this place.
"I seem to have overheard you talking about just now?" Seeing them looking frightened, Scarlett pretended not to have heard clearly, and curiously raised an eyebrow, "What were you discussing, so absorbed?"
"Miss Yates... you didn’t hear?" The maid who had belittled Scarlett looked much less panic-stricken.
Scarlett smiled slightly, shook her head, and said, "I just ca downstairs and saw you all gathered together. It seed like I heard my na."
The maid imdiately breathed a huge sigh of relief, as if narrowly escaping death, her tense shoulders slumped down, and a respectful smile blood on her face, "Miss Yates has been improving day by day these past few days, we were just happy for you."
"Oh..." Scarlett’s lips curled mockingly, not intending to expose her lie, and nodded, "So that’s what you were talking about, but... it seems I also heard soone else’s na."
"Is Miss Yates referring to... Pearl Simmons, Miss Simmons?"
The maid genuinely believed Scarlett hadn’t heard anything clearly, and after initially turning pale with fright, she remained respectful and polite, as she usually did, standing deferentially before Scarlett.
Scarlett deeply loathed such people who behave one way to your face and another behind your back. Watching the maid’s respectful deanor, her dislike grew even more, and she didn’t want to speak to her, just nodded.
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