Chapter 17

I clenched my fist and controlled myself from erupting in rage. "Do you think I like here too? Do you think I'd rather see that face of yours every day than my daughter?!" I demanded.

Feel free to leave this house; nothing will stop you from doing so; I just told you to do so.

I spoke aloud to him, "I'm not only here for the money, I also want to assist your mom, and I want to help you, but I can't do that if you don't help yourself too!"

I don't even know you; we only know each other by name and not by heart, so stop acting as though you care about me because I know you don't. If you want money, I can give it to you. Name your price so that you can leave my house. He said, and my forehead furrowed even more.

We simply knew each other's names, he said, not our life stories. I want to learn more about him and his life narrative, which is one of the reasons I'm also present. I wouldn't have done this if Mrs. Ferrer hadn't been so kind and hadn't just taken my daughter to the hospital! His son always has a solemn countenance, thus I wouldn't have talked to him here.

Additionally, I would have made Mrs. Ferrer's son as happy as she made my daughter if I could have. However, her son is still sullen and obstinate.

I've also become rich but I don't act like that, I can't act like you to poor and as bad as you! Wow! What do you think money looks like to me? Maybe I need money now due to our situation, but I don't receive money when I don't work.

I said, "Perhaps it's because I experienced poverty and you didn't.

Her mother is good, but did he develop terrible behaviors growing up? I don't want to pass judgment because I don't know him well enough yet, but occasionally I find that I can't really control the words that come out of my mouth when I'm furious or annoyed.

When he simply relaxes, I feel like I'm going to lose it and erupt in rage. He seems to be accustomed to it. Of fact, he had previously let go of a number of workers. but I'm not. Even though I'm not as strong as the Hulk, I would refuse to let them go if he did. This is especially true when it comes to my daughter.

Without Elizabeth, I wouldn't be putting up with this behavior. The guy who looks to be eying and stepping all over my personality is not someone I like.

When it comes to this, don't you ever think that you will win because right here, right now, you have nothing against me. If you don't want me here, then I don't care! I won't leave here no matter what else you say. If your head is stubborn, then let me tell you, my head is more stubborn. If you lift me up, expect me to lift you too. If you speak poorly of me, expect me to speak poorly of you.

I then loudly broke down the door as I entered the room. He didn't say much, but I can't help but feel upset about what happened. Am I hurt? Or perhaps I'm simply afraid to leave without giving it much thought—that is, without first considering what would happen to my son and daughter if I lose my job.

just opposed to Elyse! At least 20% of it pales in comparison to what you have already endured. Do you not have a right? Why are you departing when you are in his home performing your duties and fulfilling your obligations? Is the sole reason he's sending you away that he just doesn't like you?

Tsk, there's no good cause; I don't recall doing him any harm. because he would rather remain alone? He frequently ignores me, so it's impossible to recognize him or feel uncomfortable around him! If so, he is not normal and appears odd!

I heard it say, "Pack your stuff already," from outside the door.

I brushed my tears away swiftly and answered the door. I keep repeating that I'm not leaving, motherf***er. Are you deaf or are you really deaf?

He closed his eyes as a result of my reprimand and the saliva I spat on his face.

If I spit out my saliva, it's not my fault! They may have flown in Xander's face since he hasn't gotten a bath yet, but I didn't let them know that.

"You didn't cry, did you?"

I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms as I questioned him, "Cry? And why should I cry?"

I started to say, "Because of me clearly, but" but stopped.

Why should I cry over you, huh? Are you my ex? Are you my mother? Are you my father? Are you my child? Can I beat you? You're not just crazy, you also have wind in your brain!

I chuckled heartily because of what it said: "You're acting like we're friends if you talk to me like I'm not your boss. A maid should respect their boss, am I right?"

It's unfair if I respect you then what about me. It's like a rag that you're just trampling on because I'm just a maid and you're the boss, it's like you're being served as a king Yes, it may seem like that, but did you know that helpers also have rights, they/we are human beings, and we have a family to support.

"Work. Don't act like a king because in this world, whether you are rich or poor, we are still equal. We are all human beings, hungry, sleeping, breathing, and dying. There is no one in the world who wants a job as a maid, who wants to serve other people. If we didn't just need money, if we just accepted someone for a good job we wouldn't go to this kind of thing."

I walked up to her and spoke softly into his ear.

I murmured in his ear, "If you want to go to paradise conduct yourself," and then I looked at him.

I finally said after and proceeded to the kitchen, "Anyway, you still have a long time because it won't take long for the weeds to die."

So that my head doesn't simply heat up, I can just cook.

Because of that man, my irritation and rage are about to blow out of my skull! Do you really believe that just because of what happened earlier, I will stop you? You're mistaken; perhaps I won't pay attention to him after all. I'll demonstrate to you that it seems as though I just lack it, that what you said has no bearing on me, and that you are unimportant.

When I opened the refrigerator to see what I could make for dinner, it felt like everything was the same. Does he only consume meat each day?

This is what? Is he going to the grocery shop, as the meat in the refrigerator is getting low? I was the helper, in case you were wondering. However, he believed that he might be isolated in his dark home forever. Was it unusual that I stayed inside his home for a few days? Tss, I'm sure his mother was glad I took the day off.

I would definitely quit if I could actually save a lot of money and get a better job. In addition to the fact that I dislike Xander, I also really want the job to allow me to spend at least every evening with my son. For me, seeing my son every day is sufficient.

I'm not sure, but I don't think I can survive without seeing my son.

I was startled when my phone rang out, "Ayy f*ck the horse!"

I irritatedly questioned on the phone, "How many times have I been startled due of you huh?."

I assumed Mindy was calling, so when I saw Daren, all I could do was grimace. Isn't his phone number blocked? But why ought to I be stopped? It's as if I'm simply stating the obvious by saying that I haven't moved on.

I wasn't sure if I should pick up when he called or ignore him. However, I reasoned that it might be significant because he wouldn't call if he didn't require it or if someone else did.

I answered it and carefully lowered the phone to my ear, just biting my lip in anticipation of his opening remarks.

[Elyse?]

When I heard his voice, my breathing became progressively heavier. Elyse, calm down and consider what he done to you! You and Elizabeth are how you are because of him. I don't hold him responsible at all because I am aware of my own flaws and potential for error.

Did you... Why?

He asked, "Are you with Elizabeth right now? I want to talk to her." He added that his inquiry made my heart race and I felt uneasy.

He would undoubtedly have plans to kidnap my daughter if he learned that I was working as a maid and that I was merely keeping an eye on Elizabeth with Mindy. However, did Elizabeth mention that she was going to the United States? Has he not yet left? Does he still exist?

Perhaps he was unaware that his daughter had been in a collision. It's better that he may not know because if he does, his motivation for taking Elizabeth would just become stronger. since my job isn't very good? I don't look after our child well, do I? And I'm irresponsible?

When he claims I'm reckless, I'm really going to attack his two drooping eggs!

I must lie, it would be better if I pretended that she was asleep and said, "S-sleeping She's right now, just tell me what you want to tell her."

The moment he began to say, "Then just phone me when she's already awake—" I cut him off because I instantly lowered the line.

Phone him? Can I still call if I don't even have a load or a text? What is his luck, then? Are we getting close, huh? He seems to be simple to forget, so perhaps he wants me to slap him for what he did to me. If I do, perhaps he will be found guilty or even feel some shame, even though his face is too thick.

What the heck, you startled me once more!

I glared, "Hello? What?," irritated.

[Why do you keep cutting me off on the line? You never treat me that way! [I simply let out a little laugh at what he said.

You've never cheated on me, so why did you do it now?

I said, "Or maybe you've been with someone else for a while and you just don't tell me.

He just seems like a cheater and a liar, so maybe it is that way.

[Don't bring up cheating Elyse; stop acting like I was the one who lost it before the two of us.]

[Babe!

[On the other line, I could hear a woman's voice.

It's definitely his woman because I heard that she called her babe, so I lower his line once more because I don't want to hear what she's saying. LOL, babe, tsk! The creature is the ideal infant. Can it only be a few months since Daren and I have been together yet you and I have been apart for a few years?

You really added Daren—my head hurts!

When I heard a noise, I was startled. Someone seems to be acting wild up there. Does Xander's room make that noise?

I was absorbed outside of Xander's room's door. From here, I could hear objects tumbling to the floor and the sound of internal cracking.

I asked myself the dumb question, "Is he going crazy?"

I lightly knocked and carefully lifted one hand to say, "Sir." I inquired quietly, "Sir Xander, what's going on with you in there?" but I could still hear the ruckus going on.

The door wasn't locked, so I could enter without restriction, but I was uneasy about what might happen to me once I did.

I muttered to myself, "Whatever!" and flung open the door. When I noticed him seated next to his bed, hunched down and still holding his head, my eyes widened. Its two bloodied hands stood out more to me, but I could also make out further blood splatters on the ground.

A broken cellphone, laptop, and television are on the floor. A vase and other glassware are also present.

I carefully walked over to him but turned back when I heard him sob, "Sir... Xander."