NovelFinishThe maid's eyes bulged in shock at Elysia's boldness, clearly not expecting her to cout swinging like she'd just downed a shot of espresso on an empty stomach! And to think this was happening right in the middle of Hawkins Manor, of all places. Who gave her the nerve to sass members of the Hawkins family? Even a stray dog knows better than to bite without checking if its owner is around. And here she was, a mere servant of the Hawkins family! The maid wanted to retort, but words failed her.
Elysia wasn't wrong, after all. According to tradition, only when referring to Pamela could one directly use the title 'Mrs.' Yet, when introducing Helen and the other women of the Hawkins family, they were merely called by their first names or as 'the third lady' and so on.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut since Pamela had been out of her mind for years, and Helen fancied herself the lady of the manor, they had taken to calling her 'Mrs.' in conversation to curry favor with her.
Elysia was well aware of the servants' attitude towards Pamela, which is why she had them in her crosshairs! After her piece, she turned her guns on Helen, "You, Helen, presto be the lady of the Hawkins Manor? In the old days, that would be considered insubordination, punishable by a stint in the stocks!" "Insolent! You... you..." Helen was so angry she could hardly breathe, her face turning a shade of steel blue.
She had never imagined, not in her wildest dreams, that a woman of no significant background would dare speak to her in such a tone.
For over twenty years, aside from Clayton, Carl, and that old coot living up in the mountains, no one had dared speak to her like that! Insolent? Elliot sneered quietly to himself. The audacity to bully granny and not expect mom to fight back was already showing restraint! If it wasn't for the bigger picture, mom would have already given you a piece of her mind! Elysia went for the direct approach, while Elliot opted for sarcasm, "Scaredthere. I heard tales that Grandma Pamela was a learned and kindly woman, not scantankerous shrew! Guess those stories were right!" Helen spun around to glare at Elliot, her eyes as wide as saucers.
Pamela, learned and kindly? Her, a cantankerous shrew? Fuming, Helen raised her hand to strike, "You little brat, you and your mother are asking for it!" A fierce glint flashed in Elliot's eye. Though he was no match for Evan, dealing with a shrew like Helen was well within his wheelhouse.
However, before Helen's hand could land, her personal maid intervened, "Madam, please, calm yourself. We're in front of the main house, and they are Mr. Hawkins' honored guests. Look, Mr. Hawkins is coming over." Hearing this, Elysia and Elliot hurriedly looked up to see Clayton approaching, their breath hitching as their eyes widened in unison.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmElysia felt a warmth in her eyes, her body trembling: Is this man, my father?! Elliot was equally moved: This is grandpa, my grandpa! Seeing Clayton draw near, Emmett immediately burst into tears, crying as if his heart would break.
Helen and her maid were taken aback.
Clayton ccloser, his brows furrowing at the sight of Helen's M the sight displeasure. He bent down to pick up Emmett, "What's wrong, little buddy?"
Through his tears, Emmett wailed, "That mean lady... sob... she wanted to hit my mommy and she wanted to hit my brother too. She said she'd kill us, sob... She's a wicked witch, so scary... sob sob..." Helen glared, "Who are you calling a wicked witch?!" "That would be you." "You..."
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