Chapter 332

Serena and Martha were helped in, lying on separate sofas, their faces pale from pain.

Louisa rushed over after hearing the news and asked, “What happened? Get Dr. Zoe over here.”

“Mum, I tripped, and Martha fell trying to help me.”

Because they slipped on oil, the fall was harder and the pain more intense.

“Let me see.” Louisa lifted the back of Serena’s clothing gently upon seeing only women around. Her

entire back was covered in bruises!

“I failed to protect Miss Serena; please punish me, Ma’am!” Martha was in so much pain that she was

almost in tears. This damn Arabella, the floor was so slippery; how come she was completely fine?

Did she notice the oil on the floor from the start?

No way!

With her eyesight, how could she have noticed?

Even if she did, how could she have confidently strolled into the room, perfectly avoiding the oil slick?

“Martha, Serena told me you fell trying to help her. I should be thanking you, not punishing you.”

“Ma’am, you’re so kind. Protecting Miss Serena is my duty, even if I get seriously injured.”

“But why did you fall? Where did you fall?”

“Maybe you don’t know, Ma’am, but Ms. Bella said Mr. McMillan wanted to see Serena. Serena didn’t

want to keep him waiting, so she hurried. But she fell before even reaching the front door.”

Just as Martha finished speaking, Holly timely added, “I just went to where Serena fell and saw that the

floor had oil spilled on it.

“Why would there be oil on the garden floor?” Louisa looked puzzled.

Holly hinted subtly, “I also found it strange; the floor had oil right when Ms. Bella called for Serena.”

Louisa angrily said, “You’re implying that all of this was a trap set by Bella?”

“Please calm down, Ma’am; I didn’t mean that; I was just speculating.” Holly quickly bowed her head to

apologize: “Serena treated me like a sister; seeing her like this, I just felt sorry.”

“What happened?” Kenneth Collins rushed over after hearing the news. After listening to the recount of

the events and seeing the state of the two girls, he urgently asked, “Why isn’t Dr. Zoe here yet?”

“He’s on his way; he should be here in fifteen minutes.”

“Tell the driver to hurry.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Sir, Ma’am, don’t you find it strange?”

Relying on her seniority, she said arrogantly, “Mr. McMillan usually only calls for Ms. Bella; why did he

suddenly call for Serena today? And just as Serena was going out, there was oil on the floor. It’s all too

coincidental!”

Louisa glanced at her displeased and asked, “Lily, what do you mean by this?”

“Sir, Ma’am, to avoid wronging the innocent and to not let the person who set up Serena go, I suggest

we ask Ms. Bella to come down and explain what happened. Also, I request to see the CCTV footage!”

“Are you joking?” Louisa didn’t expect this maid to be so audacious as to make such a request: “I won’t

argue with you because you’re a long–time employee, but I won’t give you a second chance. You need

to take responsibility for your actions!”

She dared to suspect Bella; was she that brave?