Chapter 560 It&##x27;s Just a Small Matter

Emily nodded, there was no trace of anger on her face, "I got it. Any other problems?"

Seeing her reaction, the maid felt as if she had struck cotton. She realized quite uncomfortably, that
she had just met her match with passive-resistance. Still trying to provoke Emily, she said, "Don't try to
play tricks."

"On you? There is no need." Speaking up, Emily smiled slowly and said, "By the way, don't stand idle,
either. After all, we are both maids in this house. We should work as maids. Otherwise why do we stay
here?"

She returned everything that had just been said to her.

"You..." the maid was speechless for a while, then she shrugged, "Okay, I'll do it. What difference does
it make?"

Saying this, she took a rag and scrubbed the floor with Emily. She was always slack when doing her
job, and now was no exception. She just scrubbed it casually.

Whereas, Emily was doing it very carefully.

How long had it been since the last time she did this kind of work?

Four years, five years or six?

The maid secretly stopped her work. Turning slightly, she looked at Emily, and raised an eyebrow at
seeing how neat her work was. She stood up and quietly poured a glass of milk, which she slowly
emptied on the floor in front of Emily.

She watched the milk fountain down onto the floor which had just been cleaned. It dirtied a large area.



"Why are you so useless? You cannot even clean the floor. Look at it. How dirty it is!" she taunted.

There was laughter in the maid's voice, as if she had done something extremely happy. The maid felt
light of heart suddenly, for her wicked deed had brought her such delight.

Emily raised her head and regarded the antagonizing woman. Her black and white eyes were like pools
of deep water, "Your name is Bonnie, right?"

Her chilly tone made Bonnie shiver. Nervously she covered the name card pinned to her chest, saying,
"Does it have anything to do with you?"

"No, it has nothing to do with me." Emily lowered her head, putting the rag on the snow-white milk. She
used it to slowly suck up the fluid.

Not knowing why, Bonnie breathed a sigh of relief and then sneered at her.

She had thought that Emily would have been furious at her and would retaliate against her! She proved
nothing more than a coward though!

How could a spineless woman like this be qualified to stand at Mr. Jacob's side? It was ridiculous!

"Hurry up and clean up the mess! Mr. Jacob did say that he would not keep useless staff." Bonnie's lips
were proudly lifted. She looked at Emily in a contemptuous manner.

The next second, a dirty rag hit her full in the face, interrupting all her nonsense, "Crap!"

Having mopped the floor and sucked up the milk, the rag was wet and sticky. Bonnie's entire face was
covered with the rag. The milk, which had been dyed gray with dirt, flowed into her nose and mouth,
carrying a disgusting smell. Both angry and sickened by the smell, she almost gagged.



"Ah!" Bonnie screamed and threw the rag abruptly onto the floor. Her eyes were full of anger as she
cursed, "Bitch! How dare you!"

"Crack!" Emily had stooped and collected the rag. She almost casually slapped Bonnie through the
face with it again.

"Shut up, if you don't know how to speak."

Dirty, sticky liquid covered Bonnie's face all over again. It dripped down her neck, past her collar like a
bug crawling in. It was disgusting! Her make-up was completely ruined and she was a proper mess!

"You bitch! This isn't the end!"

Bonnie was almost crazy, and she raised her hand with the intention of slapping Emily through the
face.

But Emily was faster than her and she accurately grabbed her wrist with one hand, raised the other and
threw back a loud slap. Her hand was still covered in sticky milk residue and she left a hand print on
the offensive maid's cheek.

"Crack!"

Bonnie was confused. Little did she expect that Emily, who had looked so fragile, was actually a
ruthless fighter!

"I have been wanting to do that for a long time. Thank you for giving me the opportunity." She pulled
some paper towel to wipe her hand. At that moment, she heard Bonnie speaking sweetly behind her,
"Mr. Jacob..."

Emily stiffened slightly. Bonnie's voice was full of grievance, as if she were terribly wronged. She
complained, "This lady is not in good health. I was just trying to persuaded her not to over-exert herself.



Then she hit me. Look at my face..."

Jacob hadn't expected this scene when he came downstairs. He recalled that his daughter had rushed
into his study in a most aggrieved mood, vehemently needing his help.

"Daddy! You have to do something. Mommy is being bullied by one of the maids! Mommy is so weak.
She may cry!"

In his heart he didn't want to interfere with the trifles concerning this woman, but Beryl kept begging
him. Resignedly he had to come down to have a look.

'It's all because of Beryl. I don't care about that woman at all. Yes, that's it!' Jacob thought to himself as
he walked downstairs.

But when he came downstairs, what did he see?

Fragile? Weep?

This did not describe Emily at all, as she had hit Bonnie in the face with the rag. Twice! After
successfully numbing the offensive maid half-dead with anger, Emily had given her a massive slap!

It seemed that she was indeed a hot-tempered wench.

Were Emily's previous weakness, helplessness and tears all a feigned pretense for his benefit?

What he didn't know was that Emily was always unyielding in front of others. She only showed her
vulnerabilities to him. To him alone would she show the softest place in her heart.

She cared too much about him. That was why he cut her deepest.

Jacob had thought that he would hold more hatred to Emily after he saw her as being double-faced. On
the contrary though, he even appreciated the way in which she was teaching the maid.



She acted neat and efficient, without the slightest procrastination.

She seemed to be born with a strong superiority, sacred and inviolable.

It was interesting!

But only interesting.

And it was not enough to change his attitude towards her.

"What's the matter?" Although Jacob was asking Bonnie, he did not look at her at all. His eyes were
fixed on Emily.

Wiping her face, Bonnie repeated what she had said. She embroidered the truth, making Emily out as a
wicked and mean bully while she was a poor innocent victim.

Emily now had a profound understanding of what it meant to confuse right and wrong.

Jacob looked at her pointedly and came one step closer to her. Words hissed out of his thin lips,
"Apologize to her."

Emily's pupils contracted a little, and she stared at the man in front of her in disbelief. She couldn't help
but retreat a step back.

He was believing what other people said without even asking for her side! He had already convicted
her of the accusation, demanding that she apologize...

"I did not do anything wrong. Why should I?"

Jacob was not pleased with her retreat. His brows furrowed impatiently and he said, "Shouldn't you
apologize for beating my man?"



The word "my man" was like a stone thrown into a lake, splashing water onto the hearts of the two
women.

Emily felt as if her heart was drowning. She was so stunned that she considered asking Jacob when
Bonnie had become "his man". But she dared not.

Like a dumb person she couldn't say a word.

She was afraid of getting an answer which would finally sink her.

Bonnie, on the other hand, was overjoyed by these words. It was as if she had won tens of millions by
buying lotteries. She looked at Jacob with covetous eyes.

Mr. Jacob said she was his man? Did that mean that he liked her?

"Mr. Jacob..." she stammered pitifully.

Jacob did not look at her, but kept staring at Emily as if wanting to demonstrate something. Then he
continued coldly, "Either apologize or go away."

This hit Emily hard, like a blow to her very core. Suddenly weak she struggled to stand and held onto
the table for support.

Seeing her pale face and the anguish around her eyes, he felt a flash of regret at his words. His heart
seemed to lurch in his chest, but only briefly and he could not hold on to the feeling.

He tried to assure himself of his righteousness by thinking, 'Isn't this why I kept her around? To hurt her
and humiliate her for what she had done to me? So, I shouldn't hesitate.

It's just a small matter.

Can't she even bear this?'






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