Chapter 215
Another day, Abigail dragged her weary body back to Gibson Villa.
The second she stepped through the door, Daniella beat the maid to it, snatching her slippers from the rack and placing them on the floor.
Abigail was so put off she didn’t even want to wear them.
“What’s your game now?” she barked, frowning as she changed into her slippers.
“Nothing.” Daniella said. “Just getting your slippers. Dad’s right. I’m lower than the help around here, so this is the least I can do.”
The truth was, her groveling only grossed Abigail out.
The best thing she could do in this house was stay quiet and keep out of the way.
Abigail shuffled past her in slippers and headed straight upstairs.
Even though Daniella had mentally prepped herself, she couldn’t stop her hands from balling into fists.
A maid nearby let out a snicker.
Daniella bit her tongue and moved to the kitchen counter.
She started to make coffee, but it was already evening. Instead, she juiced a glass of fruit for Abigail.
But when she turned to rinse the juicer, the maid had already taken the glass.
“Hey, what are you doing with that?” Daniella snapped, lunging to grab it back.
“Isn’t this for Ms. Abigail Gibson?” the maid asked flatly.
Daniella seethed but reminded herself she had no standing there. ‘No need to pick a fight with a maid,’ she thought.
Upstairs, Abigail was deep in coding when a knock came.
“Come in,” she said, switching screens.
Seeing the maid enter with the juice, she said evenly, “Set it down. I’m working.”
Her tone made it clear–don’t interrupt.
The maid set down the juice and added softly, “Let us know if it’s not to your liking.”
“Okay,” Abigail replied flatly.
The maid got it. Abigail had never been treated well in Gibson Villa, so why would she be nice to any of them?
After the maid left, Abigail picked up the glass, eyed the juice, and didn’t take a sip.
The maids had never made her juice before. She didn’t buy their sudden change.
“This had to be Daniella’s doing, swiped by the maid,‘ she thought.
In her book, the Gibson family needed a total overhaul and to replace all the maids. Their behavior made her sick.
After dinner, as Abigail headed upstairs, Bianca called out, “Abby, Ralph’s birthday is tomorrow. Mr. Adam Fletcher specifically asked me to tell you he hopes you’ll come. He said he hasn’t seen you in ages.”
‘If Adam wants to see me, he can just call. Why drag Ralph into it?‘ she wondered.
But since Adam asked, Abigail couldn’t say no. “Got it.”
Bianca smiled in relief, “Good, I’ll let the Fletcher family know.”
Abigail didn’t reply and went to her room.
Once she was gone, Bianca muttered, “We treat her well, don’t we? We go out of our way now, but she’s still…”
“Cut it out,” Stephen snapped. “Hurt doesn’t just go away. You think being nice now means she has to forgive us? What’s done is done, Making up for it now when she’s already doing okay. What’s the point?”
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Bianca disagreed, “Even parents make mistakes.”
“Cut it out. I don’t want to hear this nonsense.” Stephen felt nothing but disgust and fatigue now when hearing such talk.
He wondered how Abigail had endured listening to this for years.
Bianca bristled at his tone.
Stephen stood up, meeting her gaze. “Try seeing things from her side for once. Stop acting like the world owes you a favor. This kind of chatter is really grating.” With that, he walked out.
The next morning, Bianca primped happily but frowned at Abigail in her work clothes. “I thought we’re going to Ralph’s birthday party today?”
“Need to swing by the office first, then I’ll go after work,” Abigail said.
‘Since when do birthday parties last all day? I have a job, she thought.
“Abby, Ralph’s birthday matters. You promised…”
“Do you even know what day it is? Is any birthday more important than my job?” Abigail snapped, irritated.
Who does Ralph think he is, expecting me to take time off his birthday party?‘ she thought.
Bianca was left speechless but trailed after her. “At least come back half an hour early to change before you go.”
Abigail didn’t respond, giving no indication she’d heard.
