NovelEnglishNot only had she borrowed money from the butler to treat her grandmother, but she had also borrowed from other people as well. She had not told anyone about that.
Though she was struggling, Lucas was not doing any better than her.
He leaned on the sink and gagged.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIrene knew that he was trying to vomit.
"Mr. Lucas, your dog is dead, but you are still alive." She tried to console him.
No one knew how long Mr. Woods intended on keeping Lucas in the South Block, and Lucas would starve to death if no one delivered food to him. Even if he starved to death, Mr. Woods still had other children, and Mrs. Woods would be pleased by his death. Everyone else would stand by and watch, without feeling a drop of sympathy for him.
Before she could continue, Lucas roared furiously, "Scram! I never want to see you again!" He gritted his teeth and glared resentfully at her, causing her to fall to her knees in fear.
She remembered the way Lucas had stormed into the main block to fight Mrs. Wood the night before. Perhaps she had meant well, but she had indeed wronged Lucas.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lucas. Once I get my salary, I will throw another hundred dollars into the trash can... Just think of it asborrowing money from the trash can. Don't be mad at me, okay?" She wiped away her tears helplessly, not knowing how to appease his anger.
"Mrs. Woods sent you here, didn't she?" He accused after calming down slightly. "You've been working for them for years and relied on the money they give you. Mrs. Woods told you to provoke me, and you can't disobey! Ha! Here I thought that you were different from all those people! The only difference between you and those people is that you are uglier!" His words stabbed into her heart like blades. She had grown used to being called ugly, both to her face or behind her back; but for reasons she could not begin to comprehend, she felt extremely upset when Lucas called her ugly.
She had been sobbing quietly before, and once he finished speaking, she burst into tears.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You are wrong, Mr. Lucas! I didn't mean to upset you... Mrs. Woods didn't tellto do this..." She sobbed, tears rolling down her face. "I asked Mrs. Flores before I came, and she said that no one had sent you any food... I was just worried that you would starve... I've starved before, and I know how horrible that feels..." "It's not like I would die from skipping a meal or two!" He panicked slightly at the sight of her tears.
"But Mr. Woods didn't say that he's forgiving you tomorrow," she said. "Before my grandma died, she would vomit whenever she ate. She desperately wanted to eat l(9) something, but she could not for the life of her. To me, survival is way more important than pride, Mr. Lucas. If I'm allowed to, would have preferred to live proudly, instead of working for the Woods family." Lucas' clenched fists loosened slightly. A voice in his mind was telling him that Irene was telling the truth and that he should not have taken his anger out on her.
The air between the two was filled with awkwardness.
Just then, two cars stopped outside the yard, and Irene immediately hurried out of the bathroom. She darted toward the door at the noise and opened the door to glance outside.
"Why are they back so soon?" she thought. "Will they find out that I have sent dinner to Mr. Lucas?"
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