Chapter 487

Chapter 487 The Difference Between Compassion and Playing the Saint

Octavia’s voice carried far, and Xavia caught fragments of their conversation from the back garden just

before Octavia left. Seizing the opportunity, Xavia stepped out.

Joseph cast a brief glance at her. “Patrick, bring the worker here.”

Confused, Xavia asked, “What worker?”

“It appears that someone intentionally threw the metal bucket,” Chloe responded, her eyes. locked on

Xavia.

Xavia’s pupils contracted abruptly, and her feet seemed to freeze, causing her entire body to stiffen

momentarily. But it only lasted a second and she quickly regained her composure.

‘Whether Vanya acted independently or instructed someone else, she shouldn’t have revealed my

involvement in this incident. Besides Vanya, no one else knows about it. I was just a bystander-a

victim! Even if they bring the worker here, they can’t pin anything on me.’

With her face returning to normal, she put on a gentle smile. “Since it’s a worker, there’s no need for

compensation. Just find out the truth and let him go. I’m a kind person and can’t stand seeing others

suffer.”

Chloe withdrew her gaze, a smirk playing on her lips. “This self-proclaimed saint, acting all

compassionate and kind. Well, why is she competing with me for my husband then?”

“Compensation isn’t the issue here. The important thing is to find out if the bucket was dropped on

purpose or if it was just an accident. Should we let him go just because he’s pitiful? There are plenty of

pitiful people in this world. Why not start a charity?” Joseph settled into a large round chair, paying no

mind to Xavia. “There’s a difference between being compassionate and playing the saint.”

Xavia seethed with anger as her reputation was ruined in front of all the housekeepers. How was she

supposed to establish herself as the madam of the Whitmans in the future? This was her own foolish

mistake. Joseph had always despised meek and weak women, and she should not have made such a

comment.

Chloe propped her cheek on her hand and gave Joseph an encouraging glance. ‘Well done. Keep it

up.’

As for Harold, he felt a sense of satisfaction and made a mental note to treat Gabriel to a meal

oon.

The worker followed Patrick into the room.

Xavia clenched her fist, overwhelmed with guilt.

“Tell us everything you know,” Harold and Patrick instructed.

The worker avoided eye contact. Looking timid, he mumbled, “I didn’t throw the bucket. I was Just

passing by. I don’t know anything else. I don’t know anything…”

A gleam sparked in Harold’s eyes as he perked up. “What are you afraid of? Did someone threaten

you?”

Trembling, the worker replied, “N-No one threatened me.”

It’s too obvious. Something’s fishy about this.”

Chloe was getting a little uneasy and decided to try a gentler approach. “Don’t worry, if you tell us what

you know, we’ll protect you and even give you some money.”

The worker’s eyes met Chloe’s, a glimmer of hope flickering in them. “You’ll really protect me?”

“Yes, we will,” Chloe reassured him, “Go ahead and speak freely.”

Navia’s restlessness compelled her to interject, “Maybe it was all an accident. Let’s not pressure him.”

“Ah, yes. I say one thing, and suddenly, I’m the one pressuring him.” Chloe smirked, her voice laced

with sarcasm. “You’re so kind, Ms. Xavia.”

Taking a deep breath, Xavia replied, “I was just saying, that’s all.”

“Talk. Here’s thirty grand,” Joseph urged, clearly losing patience as he put a bank card in front of the

worker.

The worker’s eyes lit up. Thirty thousand was a huge amount, far beyond his usual pay. How many

bricks would he have to lay to make that much?

“You promise to give me the money and protect me?” the worker reiterated, seeking reassurance.

“Yes, that’s what I promised.”

I thout further hesitation, the worker blurted out the truth, “I saw a woman wearing a mask drop the

bucket. When she spotted me, she warned me not to say anything about it or she’d kille.