âAs the future lady of this manor, what do I have to fear?â I walked slowly towards the entrance, my voice steady and clear.
âPlease, Shirley, try not to cause trouble for yourself and slander others.
Besides, isnât it impolite to go around calling me names?â
Debraâs POV:
My words dripped with calculated disdain and discourtesy, each syllable chosen with intention.
I wanted to ruffle Shirleyâs feathers, to remind her that I wouldnât bend over like a doormat and let her walk all over me anymore.
For too long, I had endured Shirleyâs torment in silence, choosing to keep a low profile to spare Andrew any trouble.
Despite her relentless harassment, I gritted my teeth and bore it, refraining from retaliation.
However, she took my patience for granted and doubled down, escalating her malicious actions to the point where my life had been endangered.
âDebra, you shameless wretch!â
As expected, upon hearing my almost provocative words, the hot-tempered Shirley instantly flew off the handle in a murderous rage.
With venom in her gaze, she turned towards me, her eyes ablaze with hatred.
âIâm going to kill you today!â
In a frenzied rush, Shirley lunged at me, her hands reaching out to strike, her screams of accusation echoing through the room.
âAndrew is way too reserved to ever want an engagement party! It can only be some sick scheme youâve concocted to seduce him!â
However, her attack was abruptly halted halfway, as someone intervened to stop her in her tracks.
âMiss Harrison! Please, calm down!â
The butler, accompanied by the presence of several guards formed a barrier between Shirley and me.
Despite their firm stance, they trod carefully, mindful of Shirleyâs esteemed status as the clan leaderâs daughter.
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The butler tried to reason with her.
âMiss Harrison, remember where you are.
This is the manor.
Mr.
Pierce will not be pleased with your actions.
â
The mention of Andrewâs name seemed to have a slight effect on Shirley, momentarily calming her.
But only for a moment.
Her temper quickly flared once more, burning rage surging back Like a firestorm.
âAndrew is bewitched by this foul woman, acting without even thinking about whatâs right.
I canât just stand by and do nothing.
Move aside, let me through!â
The butler stood his ground firmly.
âPlease, donât make this any harder than it needs to be.
â
In a desperate bid to sway Shirley, he even resorted to pleading, âIâm just an employee.
Mr.
Pierce tasked me with protecting Debra.
I have no choice in this matter!â
But Shirley remained unmoved, high-and-mighty, her sense of entitlement shielding her from empathy and disconnecting her from common hardships.
As Shirley stood defiantly, hands on her hips, poised to continue her tirade against the butler, I couldnât help but intervene.
âLet her through.
â
âWhat ?â
The butler, visibly surprised by my interruption, hesitated momentarily, unsure of my intentions.
Shirley, too, paused in bewilderment.
But a smirk quickly played across her lips as she taunted me, âFeeling guilty, arenât you?â
Ignoring her jibe, I addressed the butler, my resolve clear.
âItâs alright, just leave it to me.
I can handle this.
â
Though hesitant, the butler ultimately relented in the face of my determination.
With a reluctant sigh, he stepped aside, signaling for the guards to withdraw and clear a path.