Chapter 830 The Two Confide in Each Other
At this moment, Lola's phone rang, snapping her back to reality. She saw it was Maria calling.
"Ms. Medici, are you okay?" Maria's concerned voice came from the other end of the line.
"Maria, why are you asking so suddenly? What's wrong with your voice?" Lola noticed Maria's voice was hoarse. Suddenly, she heard something fall to the ground on Maria's end.
Maria tried to pick it up but couldn't reach it, seemingly pulling at a wound, and instinctively let out an "ouch."
Lola immediately asked anxiously, "Maria, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Maria's voice came through, followed by a sharp intake of breath.
Lola quickly said, "Wait a moment, I'll video call you."
She ended the call and initiated a video call with Maria, but Maria hung up.
This action piqued Lola's curiosity. She kept trying to video call Maria, and Maria finally, seemingly out of options, reluctantly answered the call.
When Lola saw Maria's bruised and swollen face, she couldn't help but be shocked. "Maria, what happened to you? Did you fall? When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I'm fine." Maria seemed to pull at her wound again, reaching to support her waist, looking at Lola through the camera. "Ms. Medici, what happened to you? What happened? Where are you? Isn't that the guest room next to the main building? Why are you in the guest room so late, and in your pajamas?"
Having worked at the Medici Manor for over a decade, Maria immediately recognized that Lola was in the guest room, not her usual luxurious bedroom.
Lola, already feeling wronged, was moved to tears by Maria's concern.
"Ms. Medici, why are you crying? It's okay, tell me."
Lola recounted everything that happened at Clarence's birthday party.
"So, Mr. Medici and Mrs. Medici heard you were pretending to be a student of KnightStrategist and thought you were acting on your own. Then they heard you badmouthing Abella in front of your friends, saying she ruined your engagement with Mr. Bourbon. Because of these two things, Mr. Medici and Mrs. Medici sent you to the guest house?"
Lola nodded, feeling wronged.
"How could they do that? You were just pretending to be KnightStrategist's student in front of your friends. It was your friend who spread the word, not you. When Abella heard about it, you even apologized to her in front of all those guests. What more does she want?" Maria's words hit home for Lola, and she cried again, feeling that Abella was too much.
"If Abella hadn't come back to this house, your engagement with Mr. Bourbon would still be on. It was indeed Abella who ruined your engagement. Whether you said it or not, it's true, right? Mr. Medici and Mrs. Medici shouldn't have sent you to the guest house over such a small matter! They've loved you for eighteen years. How can they neglect you just because Abella shares their blood?"
Lola's tears flowed again, feeling deeply hurt by her parents' actions.
"Since Abella came back, you've suffered so much. What's wrong with venting to your friends? How precious is Abella, really?" Maria couldn't help but ask, "You still haven't told me how you got those injuries. Why are they so severe?"
Lola then recounted how she was bullied by Elsa at the birthday party, beaten up at the doorstep when she got home, and fell while chasing the car to seek her parents' forgiveness.
Maria's eyes reddened with sympathy. "Ms. Medici, what did you do wrong to deserve this treatment?"
"Maria, don't cry." Lola suddenly felt that Maria was the only one who truly cared for her in this house.
Seeing the scars on Maria's hand as she wiped her tears, Lola asked sadly, "You still haven't told me how you got those injuries."
Maria, realizing she couldn't hide it anymore, hoarsely said, "Tonight, I went outside to take out the trash and was suddenly beaten up and thrown into a garbage pile. It took me a long time to get up."
Just recalling that scene made Maria feel nauseous and want to vomit.
It was an open garbage dump where nearby residents threw their trash, and a garbage truck would come to collect it the next morning.
At night, the garbage was at its peak, reeking terribly. It was then that Maria was beaten and thrown into the pile.
The various disgusting smells inside made her retch repeatedly.
"I didn't know what was going on until I heard that Celeste and Linda were also beaten today. Then I remembered a possibility. Could it be because Celeste and Linda bullied those servants Abella protected, and I was kicked out of the Medici Manor for trying to harm Abella with oil?"
"Is it because the three of us bullied her, and Mr. Medici and Mrs. Medici remembered and wanted to vent their anger, so they had us beaten?"
Lola was surprised to hear that Celeste and Linda were also beaten. "I remember now. Before my parents sent me here, they said you were the one who led me astray. They must have thought you were the instigator and took it out on you, also taking revenge on Celeste and Linda."
Thinking this, Lola felt even more indignant and wronged for them.
"That oil incident hurt both of us, while Abella was unharmed. My parents docked your pay and kicked you out of the Medici Manor. After all this time, they still had you beaten? That's too much! And Celeste and Linda, they only wanted to teach those arrogant and annoying servants a lesson because Abella protected them. It's been so long, and my parents are still settling scores."
"Ms. Medici, haven't you noticed? When Mr. Medici and Mrs. Medici loved you, we all got rewards. Now that they've sent you to the guest room, naturally, we..."
Lola hadn't realized that her fall from favor had also implicated Maria. "My parents also said that if I don't reflect properly and dare to disrespect Abella again, I won't be a Medici."
"What did you say?" Maria couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Isn't it ridiculous?" Lola laughed bitterly. Her parents, who had loved her for eighteen years, suddenly wanted to abandon her because of their biological daughter's return.
"They're really too much!" Maria couldn't believe Beckett and Kimberly could be so heartless. After all, they had loved Lola for eighteen years. Even if it were a tree, they wouldn't want to uproot it, let alone a living daughter.
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