Chapter 74: It Is Unseemly

Caleb furrowed his brow. “I told you to take it back. Didn’t you hear me?” He was already covered in blood, and his harsh tone of voice only made him seem more terrifying.

“But it was Ms. Quixall’s order. I dare not disobey,” Seiren Salter shuddered, her voice tinged with a pitiful undertone.

Caleb’s gaze turned colder. “Just be honest and say that I’m being ungrateful.”

“Yes, Mr. Caleb.” Tears welled up in Seiren’s eyes as she was forced to retreat.

Exiting the room, she inadvertently bumped into someone. It was Raquel. Hours earlier, Raquel had been dismissed by Caleb, leaving her feeling uneasy. She had been stealing occasional glances, hoping to gauge whether his mood had improved. This time, as she approached, she ran into Seiren, who had been hired a year prior. She was diligent, possessing delicate features that had quickly earned her favor with Deborah.

Raquel was consumed by jealousy, unable to bear the sight of other attractive women drawing Jesse’s attention. This deep-seated envy fueled her disdain for Seiren. In her relentless pursuit to drive Seiren out of the Quixall residence, Raquel had resorted to several cruel schemes, framing her time and again. Her schemes were malicious, designed to ensure that if Seiren were caught even once, George would scold her harshly, and she would be permanently barred from the Quixall residence. Yet, despite Raquel’s efforts, Seiren seemed to have an uncanny knack for narrowly escaping danger each time. This constant failure left Raquel seething with resentment, with no outlet for her frustration.

At that moment, when she saw Seiren leaving Caleb’s room again, the spark of anger in her heart finally ignited into a raging wildfire. Try as she might to contain her temper, it was a futile effort.

“You b*tch! What were you doing in Cale’s room?” Raquel spat, her nails digging into her palms as if the volcano of rage within her was ready to explode at the slightest provocation.

Seiren dared not meet Raquel’s gaze. She quickly lowered her head. “It was Ms. Quixall who sent me. She asked me to deliver some ointment to Mr. Caleb.”

Raquel glared at her. “Lies! As his ex-girlfriend, even I couldn’t get him to accept my help. What makes you think he’d accept yours?”

Seiren was terrified. “Ms. Levinson, I swear I’m not lying. It was Ms. Quixall who sent me!”

Raquel roared, “Stop your crying! And call me ‘ma’am’!”

“Yes, ma’am.” Seiren wiped away her tears with one hand, her sobbing so relentless that her makeup had become smudged.

The commotion soon caught George’s attention. Striding over, he scolded, “What’s all this crying about in the middle of the night?” Seiren immediately held back her sobs, her tears coming in short, intermittent bursts that made her look even more pitiful.

George’s expression softened as he asked, “Tell me, what’s going on?”

Seiren cautiously glanced at Raquel. “Ms. Quixall asked me to deliver some ointment to Mr. Caleb, but Ms. Levinson—”

With a menacing glare, Raquel silenced Seiren. Quickly changing her story, Seiren stammered, “She criticized my makeup, which upset me, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying.”

George studied Seiren’s tear-streaked face. “You really don’t look good. Raquel was right.”

Seiren nodded repeatedly. “It’s my fault for being too weak. I don’t blame her at all.”

Raquel’s face lit up with a satisfied smile. This b*tch has some sense, after all, and didn’t cause me any trouble. Otherwise…

George, already in a foul mood over the past few days, felt further irritated by the disruption. He waved his hand dismissively and snapped, “Enough, stop making a fuss over something so trivial. It’s unseemly!”