Dorothy dropped the plate out of her hands, and it crashed noisily.
'What a rascal he is!' She muttered.
'Do you mean Mr. Daniel?' Violetta raised her eyebrows inquiringly.
Dorothy turned to face her.
'Of course, I mean him!' Her brows were shifted. 'Who else!'
Violetta worked with Andrew recently, so she did not know the owners very well.
'I do not know,' she said. 'As far as I know, he did not offend the maids in this house. Well, you understand what I mean. And he's polite to me. He says "Good morning" every time. And he's so handsome.' The girl sighed softly.
But Dorothy was adamant. Her lips quivered with indignation.
'You know nothing, Violetta. A handsome face and a lot of money are the only good things about him. Ah! In childhood, he and his sister were terrible children. They constantly mocked us, servants and teachers. Mr. Daniel forced Candy... to kneel before him!
'How awful!'
'Yes! And do you think he grew up and changed? They do not change. And now, you see, he fell in love and wants to get married. He wants a living toy, as it was in his childhood, and now..." Tears ran down the maid's face. 'He did it on purpose, I tell you. Yesterday Miss Candice received a letter from a man who loves her very much, he wants to save her. In the evening, I heard that Mr. Daniel answered this letter by himself, and it was almost at night. He demanded to send it immediately, so that in the morning that letter would be delivered to that person, and the letter was from New York! But to be sure, he took and made her belonged to him yesterday... To deprive her the way back to that person...'
Dorothy looked around the audience, noticing that they were strangely quiet and watching as if through her. Instinctively, she turned around and saw...
'Oh my God, is that you? Have you been eavesdropping?'
'I heard everything,' Neil hissed, his eyes flashed. His face darkened with anger.
He rushed forward and grabbed Dorothy's hand, the other maids were gone in a split second.
'You ... nasty woman...' He croaked, squeezing her hand, like with vice clamps, so that the girl's vision darkened because of the pain. 'But why... do you have such thoughts in your head?!'
'Please... It hurts me...' Dorothy murdered, and Legan seemed to wake up.
He unclasped his fingers and looked around the kitchen with an unseeing glance.
'But why people have so much anger?' He exclaimed and ran to the stairs.
Enough! He is fed up! They will not stay here anymore.
Neil burst into Candy's room, catching the running maid.
'You! Pack all the essentials, we are going to leave. The rest will be sent with a carriage.'
'Are you going to leave, but when?'
'Now, you idiot!'
This house is full of mad-brained servants.
'Neil, what's wrong with you?' Candy ran up to him and looked at his face in fright.
He tried to smile.
'Baby, we're leaving. There's a lot to do in Chicago, you know? We need to go there urgently. We will watch the mock-ups of the new "Happy Clinic". And we will have to prepare for the wedding. Go, change your clothes, I'll be right back.'
'But, Neil...' Candy looked at him in confusion. What has happened?
So he knew that they would not stay in this house. Damn! And why did Candy promise her aunt and mother that they would live in this filthy wreck?
He is fed up, they will live in Chicago, separately, and will hire normal servants.
'Hurry up!'
The servants carried the suitcases down to the car, auntie and Mrs. Legan applied water-soaked handkerchiefs to their temples.
Candy was already standing by the car, she decided not to argue. Chicago, let it be Chicago. By the way, Patty should come soon, and it will be more convenient to meet her there.
'I told you, hurry up,' Neil roared once more and, tearing out the next suitcase from the servant's hands, carried it to the car.
Cursing luggage in the back-seat, Daniel did not notice another car was riding to the gate of the residence.
But even with a lateral vision, he recognized the person getting out the car.
Well, yes, this day has become even more disgusting.
Yes, it is, without waiting for the letter, another enemy has come.
Terence Granchester!