Chapter 95 The Kitchen Confrontation
\[Lilia\]
“What’s so wrong with that?”
I was mumbling to myself walking back to the pool, still annoyed with the way Val rejected me. Though half of my mind was flitting back to Sasha. The way she looked at me was so cold and detached, as though she wasn’t happy that I was there. Nonetheless, I don’t care how she’ll see me as a person, I will still be her biggest fan. Not that she will know any of it.
“How I wish I could be as good as her,” I muttered to myself, tying up the lace on my robe, tightening it around my waist as I found my way to the pavement leading back to the mansion side.
The trek back to the pool went uneventful, and I couldn’t keep sighing, dismayed and at the same time, thrilled that I could watch some people having their training right behind the mansion, just a few paces away. Val said that I could go there and watch for as long as I want. Too bad I can’t join them.
Could I somehow convince Kael to let me join? Val said it would be impossible to persuade that man, but I could try my charm. It worked before, and he gave Aya a day off. The downside of it is that it didn’t go well in the end. But I could still try, there’s no harm in it, is there?
One more thing is that I don’t know when that man will be back home. It feels like a month since he was gone, and I have spent most of my days in leisure. When I finally made it to the pool, the sun was already at its peak intensity, and the rays were already giving my forehead a nasty sunburn. The water glimmered brilliantly that it started to blind me, and it was no longer appealing to lounge in here, so I decided to get back inside the mansion since there wasn’t anything else I can do out here. I have lost the want to take a dip into the water.
I turn to the side, picked up my glass of watermelon juice, and took a sip on it, feeling thirsty for that little adventure of mine. However, all of the ice that was on it has already melted, so the juice is now watered down and bland. Now it tastes like water with a hint of watermelon.
“Well, I guess that’s my queue to get back inside,” I mumbled, taking the glass with me and deciding to wash it myself. I couldn’t have Aya do everything for me. Little things like this could help her big time, and she had done so much for me.
I used the entryway at the poolside, a huge sliding glass door that leads directly to the kitchen, thinking that I could throw the juice on the sink and wash it before I will head back to my room. While I was padding my way there, I heard noises that sounded like they were fighting. Curious, I slowed down my pacing and crept through the wall, walking on my toes as I took a little peek.
However, what I’ve seen is something that I didn’t expect.
It was Aya.
She was pushed against the wall, and the other three maids were flocking over her and they didn’t look very friendly. One of them backed Aya further into the wall. She brought her hand and traced her face. I could tell from the look in Aya's eyes that she was both afraid and aggravated at the same moment.
“Look, I don’t want any trouble. Just let me go,” she softly speaks, keeping the tremble out of her voice while darting her eyes to the three of them.
This is not good. They appeared to be bullying Aya. But why? She’s an amazing person, kind and loving. How can someone not like her? Unless, of course, they were envious. But what are they jealous of? I don’t understand.
I stayed still on my spot, listening as their conversation went on.
The other maid stepped forward, one of her hands resting on her waist in a domineering manner, while the other holds a feather duster, waving it in front of Aya’s face. She was tall, a foot taller than me. Blonde hair tied into a bun and a hair dress for female servants.
“It must be very nice to have all those benefits you have. Why would Master Kael give you a free trip to Italy and a thousand dollars to spend on a single day? And you even got the chance to ride the horses while we scrub this place clean. I bet you have opened your legs as well. Does your oriental cunt have more to offer? Just like the little whore Master had purchased. What’s so special about her anyway? Yeah, she’s pretty, but that is all. She even looked weak,” she said, tapping the tip of the duster on Aya’s face, forcing her to sneeze.
“Geez! That’s disgusting.” The other maid exclaimed indignantly, brushing her hands over her arms and on her shoulders. It kind of was satisfying though, and even Aya’s eyes glinted the same way. She sniffed, recovering from the sneeze, and her facial expression suddenly changed. Her eyes gleamed into a hateful look.
“You don’t have the right to talk about her that way! You don’t know anything!” She retorted, defending me and pushing the maid in front of her forcedly and sending her to stagger backward. I didn’t see Aya being this angry before, and it seems as if this maid was caught off guard by her sudden outburst.
However, Aya wasn’t the one who always picks a fight and obviously, she was outnumbered by three to one.
Have they been constantly picking on her? Why didn’t Aya tell me anything about this? I wanted to get out from my hiding spot and confronted them myself, but I was glued to my feet as the maid she pushed boxed her in.
“Oh, she knows how to fight back now. Do you think you can take us? Hah! In your dreams,” she menacingly said, gripping her jaw tightly. “Now, care to tell us chinky eyes, do you take turns in fucking? Do you fuck Sir Val as well? I bet, he’s good in bed. Riding that huge dick hanging between his legs.”
This is too far. How could they make such accusations? They didn’t know a thing, and they were angry with us because Kael chose to give us better treatment than them. This isn’t the life we wanted. We were forced to be in this place and they don’t know shit about what we’ve been through.
How could they talk like that? They were women as well, they should be on our side, empowering one another, not dragging one down.
“No, we don’t! Lilia isn’t a whore, and neither am I! She’s my friend!” Aya fumed with her muffled voice as one of the maids had her jaw held firmly in place while applying pressure to her mouth.
“Friend? Did the little squeaky rat find a real friend? You’re funny, you know that? You think we’re going to believe you?” One with the feather duster sneered, and they all obnoxiously laughed, harshly letting Aya go with such force that she stumbled into the floor.
The hotness I accumulated from staying under the sun suddenly creeped up to my face and to the tip of my ears with rage. Before I know what was happening, my body acted of its own accord and stepped out from the wall I pressed myself into and marched towards them.
“Hey! Stop picking on her! What do you think you’re doing?” I went straight to get Aya and help her get to her feet, dusting her uniform and glared at the three bitches that seemed surprised that I came out of nowhere.
“Ah, there she is. The whore to the rescue,” the blondie scoffed, crossing her arms, and rubbing her gaze down my body. “Look! She wasn’t even dressed. Have you been eavesdropping?”
This bitch just really got on my nerves.
“You…” I was breathing heavily through my nose, trying to calm myself down, but I remembered I was still holding my glass of bland watermelon juice, and an idea came to my mind. Without giving it another thought, I immediately splash its content into her face, satisfied that all the liquid drenched into her bitchy features.
“Ah!” she gasps loudly and the others were too stunned to even react. The haughty expression on the blonde's face morphed into a belligerent one. “How dare you!” She screeched like a banshee, and the next thing I know she had a clump of my hair, dragging me towards her, and my scalp instantly seared with pain as she pulled me.
This damn woman got more strength than a brute.
“Lilia! Oh my gosh! No!” Aya’s voice faded into the background and I felt another pair of arms tackling me down to the floor, snatching the empty glass from my grip before I could smash it on their face. Their nails nipped my skin, and they were aiming at my face. They were damn tall, too tall compared to me, but then Sasha’s face came to my mind and the way she took down that giant man despite their size differences.
I eagerly fought back, kicking the blondie on her belly and pulling the hair of the other one scratching my shoulders. But the blondie got up to her knees and crawled right on top of me. Pain blasted on my face as she struck me with her palm, and a tang of blood tasted on my tongue.
This is getting too much.
How could they hate me this much when they didn’t even know a thing about me?
“WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON HERE!”
A booming voice ricocheted over the place, instantly freezing us. The blondie had her hand above her head, ready to strike me, while the other pinning me down.
Kael, he’s back.