Chapter 304 If Someone Dies, Who's Responsible?
Amelia finished her shot and turned to Rachel, sensing the tension behind her.
Clara was crying quietly, and everyone else was silent.
Amelia frowned and walked over to Rachel.
"Rachel, what's going on?" she asked, glancing at Clara's tear-streaked face.
Clara's crying made it look like Rachel had bullied her.
Amelia took a deep breath, ready to speak, but Rachel cut in softly, "Keep playing; don't let irrelevant people ruin your mood."
Rachel shot a cold look at Clara and said harshly, "If you can't handle this job, leave. Stop bringing me bad luck."
Clara bit her lip, stayed silent for a moment, then handed back the tip Rachel had given her.
"Ms. Davis, I have my dignity. I know you meant to humiliate me. I'm just a nobody; you don't need to treat me like this. Please take your money back."
Rachel glanced at the money and chuckled. "If you had this much backbone in front of Helen, you wouldn't be a caddie today."
Rachel's words cut deep, and Clara's face went pale, her hand trembling.
Rachel turned to the other caddies. "Tell me, did you feel humiliated when you took my money?"
The caddies answered in unison, "No."
Rachel was more generous with tips than any other client.
They all wished for more clients like Rachel.
Satisfied, Rachel sneered at Clara. "Seems like this job isn't for you. If taking a tip is humiliating, you'll be humiliated every day."
Clara was speechless.
She clutched the money and watched Rachel walk past her with an air of arrogance.
Rachel headed toward the hole, and everyone followed, including the other caddies.
Clara stood alone for a while, hearing the sound of golf carts leaving. She looked up and saw Sebastian had already driven away, followed by several other carts.
She stood there stiffly, hesitating to move.
The final shot was over. Rachel won a lot.
Amelia played evenly, saving Frederick some money.
The caddies started packing up the clubs.
There was still a golf ball by Rachel's feet. She casually swung her club to hit it away, but accidentally hit something. Realizing she had hit someone, she pulled back her strength.
With a dull thud, Clara screamed and squatted down, clutching her head.
Though Rachel hadn't used much force, it still hurt.
Everyone turned to the sound. Rachel, holding her club with a stern face, saw Clara behind her and frowned.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Clara, in pain, had tears in her eyes.
Amelia handed her club to a caddie and rushed over to check on Clara.
A bump quickly formed where the club had hit Clara. Amelia frowned. "Go to the hospital for a check-up. We'll cover any costs."
Clara shook her head. "I'm fine. It's my fault."
She took the golf club from Rachel and started packing up Rachel's clubs.
Rachel watched her coldly, feeling annoyed.
Winning money for the first time, Rachel felt unhappy.
She thought Clara had some backbone when she returned the money and left.
She didn't expect Clara to stay and silently follow her, unaware when she swung the club.
Clara quietly put Rachel's clubs into the bag and followed her colleagues.
Seeing Clara affect Rachel's mood, Amelia took Rachel's arm. "Rachel, it's not your fault. Everyone saw she walked behind you without warning."
Rachel watched Clara and the others reach the golf cart and sneered.
"She doesn't make me feel guilty," Rachel said softly, then walked toward the road.
Amelia and Frederick took the same golf cart back to the clubhouse.
On the way, Amelia kept glancing at Rachel's cart, worried Clara might pull something.
Frederick noticed Amelia's concern and signaled the driver to slow down, following Rachel's cart at a steady pace.
Clara had a colleague with her, and the two stood at the back, holding onto the golf cart's handrail.
All the way back to the clubhouse, perhaps because someone was watching, Clara didn't dare to pull any tricks.
Rachel parked the cart and got out.
On the way back, she had adjusted her mood and wore a faint smile as she saw Arnold and the others off.
Watching Arnold and the others drive away, Rachel's smile disappeared.
She turned and saw Clara following her.
Clara was still carrying her golf bag. Seeing Rachel turn to look at her, she softly asked, "Ms. Davis, should I put your golf bag in the car or store it at the clubhouse?"
Rachel didn't answer and walked into the clubhouse, calling for the manager.
Clara bit her lip and lowered her head, continuing to carry the bag and follow Rachel.
Amelia, worried, also followed.
Frederick called Sebastian. "Did you arrange for Clara to work at the clubhouse?"
Sebastian was silent for a moment before replying, "Yes."
Frederick, hearing his answer, coldly replied, "Stupid," and hung up.
Rachel entered the clubhouse and saw the manager, Oliver Taylor.
Noticing Rachel's cold expression, Clara felt uneasy.
Soon, the manager approached Rachel with a respectful and humble attitude.
"Ms. Davis, you wanted to see me?" Oliver spoke, barely daring to meet Rachel's piercing gaze.
Rachel sat on the sofa, her eyes cold and sharp.
She snapped, "Didn't your course provide safety training? Can caddies stand behind clients while they're playing? If I had killed someone today, whose fault would it be?"
She glared at Oliver. "Would it be your fault?"
Rachel's aggressive questions made the manager break out in a cold sweat.
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