Chapter 8
Frank was not aware of what Maria had eaten. He glanced at Paige, who had been feeding Maria medicine all along.
Paigeâs heart skipped a beat, and she nervously lowered her head. She whispered, âMiss Greenwood didnât eat anything.â
Ginger frowned disapprovingly and grumbled, âHow can she take medicine on an empty stomach? Even without medical knowledge, common sense dictates that such stimulating medicine should not be consumed on an empty stomach!â
âMiss Greenwood has been unconscious and couldnât eat anything. I thought giving her some medicine first to help her recover faster,â Paige explained softly, feeling a bit uneasy.
Ginger still wore a displeased expression as he turned to Frank. He said, âIf your wife wakes up, make sure she eats something first. After lying down the whole day, even if she is of a strong disposition, her body would suffer if she went hungry. Just give her some hot oatmeal. Have it ready shortly after she wakes up.â
âIâll go make it now,â Paige said. She did not dare to linger and hurriedly left the room.
Once she left, Ginger let out a breath. He did not hold back his tongue and said, âI know you donât like her, but sheâs your wife now. Donât let the servants overstep their boundaries!â
Frankâs face darkened, and he glared disapprovingly at Ginger. His tone remained stoutly firm as he said, âI didnât choose to marry her. Since she chose to marry me, she must bear the corresponding consequences! After youâre done, you can leave!â;
He turned abruptly and walked briskly out of the bedroom.
Ginger turned to glance at the woman with a complexion as pale as snow. She resembled a sleeping beauty.
Shaking his head in exasperation, he picked up his medical kit and left Johnston Court.
In the kitchen, Paige was somewhat aggrieved as she prepared hot oatmeal for Maria. Beside her, Karen was indignant. âWhy is she so delicate? I got better after enduring a couple of days with a fever. Sheâs such a pampered woman.â
âDonât say that. Anyway, sheâs Mrs. Johnston, and itâs my oversight,â Paige said, lowering her gaze and continuing to cook the hot oatmeal with a ladle in her hand.
Karen wasnât pleased. âThatâs just like you. Thereâs no need to be good to someone like her. How long can she stay here? Who
knowsâ¦â
Karenâs voice suddenly stopped. She lowered her voice. âThe butler is coming.â
Paige turned to look and saw the butler walking towards the kitchen. Soon, he reached the doorway and beckoned them, saying, âPaige, Karen, come over here.â
Paige turned down the flame and walked over with Karen, wondering what the butler wanted.
The butler inquired, âWho made the grilled steak this afternoon?â
âWhatâs the matter?â Paige asked as Karen listened attentively.
âMr. Johnston thought it was good,â the butler said.
Paige hadnât spoken yet when she heard Karenâs voice. âI made it.â
The butler raised an eyebrow and furrowed his brows. âYou can cook?â
Karen had claimed not to know how to cook when she first arrived.
âI learned from a mobile phone app,â Karen said, turning to Paige and blinking at her. âPaige also said it was delicious, didnât you, Paige?â
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Paige held back what she wanted to say, silently nodding to confirm that Karen had cooked the grilled steak.
The butler believed them and went to report to Frank.
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After the butler left, Paige looked disapprovingly at Karen. âKaren, it was made by Miss Greenwood. How can you claim that you made it?â
âSo what? It doesnât matter. What if Mr. Johnston wants to reward whoever made the grilled steak? Shouldnât we benefit instead of her?â Karen dismissed it carelessly. She reached out to grab Paige and whispered, âPaige, please donât say anything. I beg you.â
Pursing her lips, Paige nodded, feeling somewhat uneasy. âCould this kind of thing be kept a secret?â she wondered.