Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 22

What could Delia do? After all, that girl was the master. “Ma’am, I didn’t bully you, did I?” Crystal returned to her seat and showed her unruly little girl self. “You’re just a maid, and you quarreled with me in front of so many people. Obviously, you want to bully me.”

“You’re framing me!” Delia’s face was livid. “It’s the mourning period. I’m urging you to do things according to the rules. How could it be my fault?”

Crystal placed her hand on her little heart. “You’re talking so loudly. Obviously, you’re threatening

me.”

Delia was so mad. She couldn’t even defeat a little girl. “You!”

“Well, okay,” Crystal waved her hand. “I’m not mad. After all, you’re old enough to be my mother. It’s bad for your health if you get angry. It can make your blood pressure rocket, and then you have to take medicine. It’s not good.”

It took Delia a long time to come to her senses.

“You’re not mad anymore? What do you mean? It’s obvious that you…”

Crystal interrupted her and reminded her with a kind look. “Okay, there are all distinguished guests here. What are you doing now? If people see the servants of the White family talk back to their master, won’t they laugh at us? Listen to me and go back to drink some water to calm down. Otherwise, you will easily faint when your blood pressure is high. We’re holding a wake here, and no one is free to take care of you.”

Delia was speechless, couldn’t find her voice for a long time.

Crystal had already gone to greet the guests outside.

Delia gritted her teeth angrily and cursed in a low voice, “This little b*tch does have some tricks up her sleeve!”

“Ms. Delia, what should we do? This girl is not easy to deal with, and Mrs. White has asked us to trouble her,” another maid beside her said.

“You’re asking me? How would I know? Do you want me to embarrass her right in front of the guests?!” Delia’s flared angrily. Her blood pressure began to rise.

Delia was old enough to know that if she caused trouble now, she would be the first one to suffer.

“What is Mrs. White doing now?” Sister Delia asked.

“Young Master had partied hard and brought a few women home. Madam White was so angry she reprimanded him. I guess Mrs. White should be begging mercy for her son now.”

Cyril White was the biggest bummer in the White family. He caused trouble everywhere. When Harold was still alive, people had already gossiped a lot when he brought women home to party. And now, right when they were having the funeral, how could he do such a disgraceful thing to the death?!

No wonder why Mrs. White was so worried! NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Delia stared at Crystal’s back and sighed. “I don’t care. Anyway, Mrs. White doesn’t know this. I don’t care about this b*tch for the time being.”

If they went to report this to Freda, they would get scolded undoubtedly. There were still many

chances to deal with that little girl Crystal in the future.

Delia snorted, “You wicked girl, you’ll be in trouble for the rest of your life.”

Crystal was receiving the guests in the hall, which was much better to her.

When she thought of how those people always looked at her with disdain and contempt when she was kneeling by the coffin, she felt upset.

It was getting dark, and there weren’t so many visitors. A staff came from the White family’s main house, talking to her. “Ma’am, Madam White wants to see you.”

Crystal was surprised.

Madam White was almost eighty years old. Ever since she came to the White family, Crystal had never seen her. If it weren’t for this old lady, who insisted on the engagement, she wouldn’t have married into the White family. It was good to see her, anyway.

“Okay, please lead the way.” Crystal nodded and followed the staff to Madam White’s place.