Chapter 12 Does It Hurt?
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At that moment, someone in the pavilion saw Samantha and asked, "Isn't that the Young Madam?"
As soon as the servant said that, the rest of them burst into laughter.
The servant who was snacking looked at Samantha provocatively and questioned her, "Is that how you have been educated, Young Madam? To eavesdrop?"
Samantha answered, "...I was just passing by."
"You heard us, right?" All of the servants looked down on Samantha. They left the waterside pavilion and surrounded her with malicious intent. One of them lead contemptuously, "Do you think that we were wrong?"
Samantha didn't want to acknowledge them, but they got even more roused. They blocked her way and taunted, "An illegitimate child will always be an illegitimate child! We heard that your mother is a mistress, do you also want to make a name for yourself with that looks of yours?"
The group laughed and judged her. The look in Samantha's eyes slowly turned frigid, but none of them noticed until a loud slap sounded.
The crowd finally quieted down.
Samantha silently withdrew her hand and said, "Do you really need to be slapped to shut your mouth?"
Her appearance was so petite, looking as if she often gets bullied easily. And so, no one expected that Samantha would suddenly strike at someone.
The servant who had been hit was bewildered, holding her cheek in disbelief. "How dare you hit me?! I'm one of Miss Daley's servants!"
In the Falcon family, Rosemary Daley was the favored child. Even her servants were superior.
Samantha then answered, "Even if you're one of Mrs. Falcon's servants, I'll still slap you as I wish. Get out of my way."
The woman shouted furiously, "Samantha Jackson! You b*tch! How dare you hit me... Believe it or not, I'll tell Miss Daley and you'll be thrown out of the Falcon family immediately!"
"Is Miss Daley authorized to throw out Master Falcon's people?" An emotionless male voice rang out. "Did Miss Daley really take herself as the master in the Falcon family?" It asked.
Hearing the familiar voice, Samantha turned around and saw Brinton with Henderson, who was sitting in a wheelchair, enjoying the lake scenery not far away. His side profile looked so exquisite, that he looked ethereal, like a painting.
The servants were scared out of their wits and all of them shut their mouths. If they could, they would have hidden their faces in a hole to hide from the humiliation.
Brinton grinned and asked, "Why have you all stopped? Wasn't it a lively discussion just now?"
Everyone knew that Brinton was Henderson's most loyal subordinate, even the elderly Mrs. Falcon dared not take action against Brinton. What else could the servants do? If they could, they would definitely choose to turn back the time and cut their own tongues a few minutes ago!
The servant who got slapped quibbled, "We were just chatting... but Samantha... Miss Jackson suddenly appeared and hit me. I was angry, that's why I said so. Assistant Pack, please don't be angry..."
The servant was very skilled at twisting the scenario around!
Samantha opened her mouth and was ready to speak, but Henderson's distant voice spoke first, "Come here."
She was dumbfounded for a moment, then walked over to him. Immediately, her hand was pinched.
Samantha was shocked.
Henderson's palms were large, and his knuckles were prominent. There were calluses all over from his daily holding of guns and knives all year round. His hand wrapped around hers and he gently pinched her, the calluses rubbing against her delicate skin caused a red mark to form.
The skin on Samantha's arm crawled. She feared that Henderson would break her hand in the next second.
"Does it hurt?" The man asked in a deep, emotionless voice.
Samantha was confused, "Huh?"
Brinton let out a sigh and explained, "Master Falcon asked if your hand hurt after hitting that servant."
Samantha blushed.
Henderson had seen her hitting that girl...
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