Chapter 152 Cook Something for Miss McKinnon Deirdre could not see Charlene but could hear Charleneâs arrogance and also pride in her tone.
âIt seems that Charlene has been waiting for me to come for a long time.â
Deirdre inhaled a deep breath. Her self-respect refused to let her enemy defeat her.
Yet at the thought of Samâ¦
She smiled in defeat. âWho am I to deserve self-respectâ¦â
âMiss McKinney, Iâm here to seek your forgiveness.â Deirdre raised her head, her gaze empty. âA person of great moral stature does not remember the offenses committed by one of low moral statureâ¦
Please donât be offended by a person of low moral stature like me.â
Charlene smiled. âYouâre too courteous, Miss McKinnon. Why would I make things difficult for you when weâre both women? Itâs only that Iâm in a bad mood because of that incident.â
She insinuated, âHow about this, Miss McKinnon? You help me with something, and I wonât make a fuss. with you if Iâm pleased with the result. How about that?â
Deirdre was surprised by how gentle Charlene was. âCan Charlene actually be so kind?â
The next moment, she was disappointed immediately.
âTake Miss McKinnon to the backyard and have her hand wash my clothes.â
âWash clothes by hand in the midst of winter and also in the open-air backyard?
âDo you have any objections, Miss McKinnon?â
Deirdre clenched her teeth tightly. How could she not know that Charlene was tormenting her on purpose?
It was Brendanâs goal as well.
âIt was to torment me.â
Deirdre shook her head. âAlright, Iâll do it.â
Charlene was escorted to her meal time while a servant led Deirdre to the backyard and stuffed numerous clothes in her arms.
âBe dextrous! Hand wash these clothes, but if you have the audacity to do anything crafty, Iâll tell Miss McKinney!â
Deirdre fixed her attention on washing the laundry. The water in the winter was icy cold, and half of her arms turned numb as soon as she dipped her arms into the water.
She braced herself to agitate the laundry, but her hands were numb from the cold wind. The servant sat by the side with her legs crossed and felt furious that she had to stay outdoors in the midst of winter because of this woman.
âI told you to be dextrous. Are you deaf?â The servant got up and threw a kick at Deirdre.
Deirdre stabilized her body with great effort and raised her head to look at the servant coldly. Even though her eyes were empty yet out of focus, her expression was tainted with a tinge of ferocity. The servant felt fearful for no apparent reason upon meeting Deirdreâs eyes. âWhat⦠What are you doing?
How dare you glare at me when itâs your fault for not being dextrous enough? Who do you think you are!â The servant was furious. Deirdre wiped away the water on her face, got up, and filled up a bucket of water again.
Her arms were unbearably sore from filling water too many times. On the other hand, Deirdreâs hands were covered in blood streaks from pulling the rope tied to the bucket. Combined with the cold waterâs stimulation, Deirdreâs hands were more painful than getting chili in her wounds.
The servant seized the opportunity to pour laundry detergent on Deirdreâs bloody hands and cracked an arrogant smile while she scolded, âHey! Do you even know how to do laundry? How are you going to get the laundry clean without using laundry detergent?â
âGah!â
Deirdreâs eyes reddened with tears instantly, and she shoved her hands into the cold water with all her might, yet the pain still pierced into her palms over and over again like sharp knives.
âThat hurts so muchâ¦â
Her entire body was trembling violently, with cold sweat streaming down her face. The servant was only. pleased by Deirdreâs reaction. After leaving the laundry detergent behind, she headed to the courtyard to hide from the wind Deirdre only recovered from the pain after washing her hands in clean water She gnashed her teeth and braced herself to continue doing the laundry Her hands were already senseless when it all ended She carried the clean laundry to the living room and found that Charlene had already begun consuming her meal with a few servants attending to her needs. She watched as Deirdre returned with frost-
ridden, reddened hands and felt pleased in her heart but heaved a sigh âMiss McKinney, I was initially planning on sending you home earlier, yet you work too slowly She tutted and said, âYouâve only done washing the laundry after more than three hours, so thereâs no time left to dry the laundry anymore. What are the servants going to wear tomorrow?â
Deirdre clasped her frozen fingers together and kept her head lowered. âIâm sorryâ¦â
âItâs useless for you to say sorry to me. Weâll just have to see if my servants accept your apology.â
Standing behind Charlene was the servant who had kept Deirdre company in the cold wind earlier. She had already grown eager to complain, so she immediately said, âMiss McKinney, I donât accept the womanâs apology. Itâs fine that she was slow in washing the laundry, but she didnât even wash the clothes clean.â
She pulled out a piece of clothing from the basin and scolded, âYou live up to your reputation of being at blind person. You didnât even see the dirty spots on the clothing, and you didnât manage to wash it cleanly. You washed the clothes in vain, and weâre going to have to wash everything again!â
âThatâs impossible!â Deirdre ensured that she washed every piece of garment cleanly.
âHow is that impossible?â The servant sniggered and said in a mocking tone, âCanât you see how dirty it is? Thereâs a dirty, dark patch over here. How can anyone wear this?â
Deirdreâs fingers were icy cold. She could not see if the clothing was dirty, but the person blamed her for being blind and could not see the dirtiness.
Charlene beamed widely and cast a satisfied look at the servant. She heaved a sigh. âMiss McKinnon, it seems that you didnât do a very good job. What should we do about that, huh?â
Deirdre inhaled a deep breath. Her hands were senseless from the extreme cold, but her body warmed up after returning indoors. Her hands began to hurt violently all of a sudden, and she was sweating from the pain.
At the same time, her stomach had already begun to hurt indistinctly.
Deirdre realized that she had not eaten anything for a whole day.
She placed her hand on her stomach, and her face turned ghastly pale from the pain, her head growing dizzy.
Charlene said, âYikes. Whatâs going on, Miss McKinnon? Why is your face pale when youâve just washed a piece of garment or two? Youâre not going to blame it on me, right?â
Deirdreâs lips were trembling, and she suppressed her shaky voice when she said, âNo. My stomach is not feeling so well after not eating anything for a long timeâ¦â
âSo youâre having gastritis, huh?â Charlene smiled casually and cast a glance at her servant. âIâm not a merciless person. Iâm really sorry for making you work for me without eating, Miss McKinnon. Greenlee, go to the kitchen and cook something for Miss McKinnon.â