"Madam, Mrs. Shaw is ill. She's resting upstairs," the maid said quickly.
"Ill? She must be pretending." Madam Shaw raised her brow in disdain. "She's trying to gain Julian’s sympathy with this tactic, isn't she? I've seen too many women like this. She's not the first, nor will she be the last."
"Madam, Mrs. Shaw got really sick after accidentally staying too long in the wind," the servant explained.
"Accidentally or intentionally?" Madam Shaw leered." Never mind. I'll go up to find her myself."
Madam Shaw was about to head up the staircase.
"No need, I’m coming down." A frail voice sounded as Luna helped Susan descend the stairs slowly.
Willa, who saw the scene, hid in a corner and texted Julian to ask him to come home as soon as possible. Then, she stood aside and watched the confrontation between Madam Shaw and Susan unfold.
What happened next would surely be explosive, but things would not reach their climax if Julian was not around. Now that Willa had informed Julian, she would trigger a conflict and elicit gratitude from the man for notifying him. It was basically killing two birds with one stone.
"You’re looking really pale there, aren’t you? Someone who has no idea would think you got poisoned instead.” Madam Shaw mocked her.
Her piercing tone caused Chessie to become aware of her malice instantly. The child was upset. "Bad woman, are you bullying my mommy again?"
"I'm a bad woman?" Madam Shaw looked frosty." Susan Shelby, this is what you are teaching your daughter?"
Ignoring her, Susan told Luna, "Mom, carry Chessie out to play."
"Mommy, Chessie's not leaving. Chessie's staying to protect you," Chesney said, looking anxious.
Susan patted her head with a gentle smile. "Mommy’s alright. Chessie, be good and go play outside for a bit."
Luna took a glance at the aggressive Madam Shaw and arched her brow. "Chessie, go on outside to play. Grandma's here. I won’t let your mommy get upset."
"Really, grandma?" Chesney peered at Luna.
"Of course," the woman promised with a smile.
Then, Chesney was reassured enough to follow the maid outside despite constantly turning back to check.
As she watched her daughter's tiny silhouette, Susan's gaze was tender. Her Chessie was so young, yet she was already so warm and kind.
She did not know what havoc Madam Shaw was going to wreak this time, but she did not want Chessie to be affected.
"Is something the matter?” Susan looked at Madam Shaw coldly.
"What do you mean?" Madam Shaw stared at Susan." Susan Shelby, has Julian told you?"
“Told me what?" Susan frowned.
Madam Shaw smiled after glancing at her. "Looks like he hasn't then. He should be the one to tell you personally, but since I'm already here, I might as well tell you first so you can get mentally prepared."
Susan merely kept her eyes on Madam Shaw as a crease formed between her brows.
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