Abigail almost couldn't speak, completely shocked that he would make an assumption like that about her. He didn't even know her. She had assumed he was a gardener based on the fact that he was working in a garden!
How could he make so many assumptions about her just on who her father was?
And why did his voice hold so much disdain, Abigail wondered. If he worked for her father, he certainly didn't seem to have the same blind loyalty all the other servants did. Maybe it was because he worked out in the garden.
“Excuse me?" Abigail asked, her voice coming out with just a little more venom than she intended. “A spoiled little rich girl? How dare you assume I've never worked a day in my life."
“I heard the servant call you Woodtriche yesterday, right? Like, Adam's daughter." Mark said, fo
