Chapter 133 Chantel Came Here
In fact, it was because she had finally dealt with everything after having been busy for such a long period of time, and her tense nerves finally relaxed.
It happened to snow yesterday. After dinner, Clarissa took Anderson out for a walk in the yard and had been in a draught for a while, but she didn't expect herself to get sick.
She knew she was wrong, so she didn't dare speak any more.
After the doctor dispensed and brought in the medicine, she took it obediently.
Seeing that her lively face looked so weak and ill, Anderson knew that she was not feeling well and didn't say much.
He asked her take a good rest at home, and ordered Pattie to take good care of her, and then went out.
Clarissa lay on the bed dizzily for a long time. At noon, she finally felt better, but there a loud noise coming from downstairs.
Clarissa was a little surprised.
As Anderson's private mansion in Visstead, apart from servants, very few outsiders came in.
The servants knew that she liked quiet environment and would not make such a loud noise.
Who was there?
When she was about to get up, she saw Pattie rushing in in a panic.
"Mrs. Jordan, bad news!"
Clarissa frowned, "What's the matter? Why is there so noisy downstairs?"
Pattie looked very embarrassed, "Mr. Jordan's aunt came here."
Clarissa was stunned.
She knew that Anderson had an aunt named Chantel Jordan.
It is said that Anderson's parents died when he was young, and it was his aunt who brought him up.
On paper, Anderson should have a close relationship with his aunt, but he had never mentioned his aunt to her after being together with her for so long.
Clarissa knew the existence of his aunt from other places by accident.
As she changed her clothes, she asked, "What's wrong? You look so flustered and panicked."
Pattie was indeed a little nervous.
"You don't know that she is not a person to be trifled with. Every time she comes here, she always finds fault with us. She is Mr. Jordan's elder, so we dare not say anything, but we also dare not take a casual attitude."
Clarissa nodded with understanding and didn't say anything else.
She changed her clothes. When she was about to go downstairs, she heard a woman cursing downstairs.
"How do you work for Anderson? Do you let him drink such tea in ordinary times? Is it because he treats you so well that you forget the rules?"
Clarissa frowned and stepped down.
In the living room, a middle-aged woman in white clothes was scolding several servants.
There was a broken celadon teapot on the ground. Tea-leaves were scattered all over the floor, and the wet floor was in a mess.
The servants lowered their heads and dared not speak, and there was another person standing a few steps away from the door.
Clarissa raised her eyebrows was felt very surprised.
"What happened?"
She walked down slowly. When the servants heard her voice, they all looked at her with excitement as if they had seen a savior.
Chantel naturally saw her.
She frowned and asked unhappily, "Who are you?"
Pattie stepped forward in a hurry and explained, "Ms Jordan, this is Mrs. Jordan."
Chantel became even more displeased after hearing that. She frowned hard and looked at Clarissa with inquisitive and vigilant eyes.
Clarissa smiled and reached out her hand to Chantel generously.
"Hello, my name is Clarissa Chapman. If you don't mind, just call me Clarissa."
Unexpectedly, Chantel snorted lightly.
"It turns out that you are the b*tch Anderson raises in Visstead. I thought you were so capable, but you're just so-so! Tut! Look at your clothes! Did you pick it up from a dump? Even the beggars on the roadside wear better than you!"
Originally, Clarissa was wearing her pajamas. When she knew that Chantel was here just now, she took a set of clothes casually and put it on.
In fact, it was not inferior clothes. Anderson had always been unwilling to wrong her in this regard. Her cloakroom at home was almost the size of three rooms, but she was used to dressing comfortably at home.
The clothes in the bedroom were all casual clothes that she preferred, and it was not cheap. Each set of them cost hundreds of dollars. Their fabrics were comfortable and their styles were simple, and she liked them very much.
But in Chantel's eyes, they were so cheap that even beggars didn't want to wear them.
Clarissa smiled and didn't want to explain anything. After all, Chantel was Anderson's elder. As Anderson's wife, she didn't want to argue with her.
Seeing that Clarissa didn't speak, Chantel sneered and thought that she was afraid.
"I heard that you have been with Anderson for a period of time. A woman from a poor family like you must have spent lots of efforts to be with him! But you're not qualified to dream of something that does not belong to you. Gabriela, am I right?"
Chantel turned her head and said to Gabriela who was standing not far away.
Gabriela smiled, walked forward with her hand bag and said with a gentle smile, "Auntie, you're joking again."
Her voice was extremely pleasant to hear, and she looked gentle and elegant. The smile on her face was always warm and polite, which made a good impression on people.
Especially when she stood next to Chantel who was so arrogant, she appeared much gentler and quieter.
Chantel said unhappily, "You're just too reserved, and you never express what you're thinking in your heart. If it weren't for this, Anderson would have been with you long ago. How could this b*tch have a chance to seduce him?"
Everyone knew whom she was referring to.
Some servants were a little angry. After all, Clarissa and Anderson had got married and they were legal husband and wife. Clarissa always treated the servants very well and she never treated them harshly. If there was anything, she would even help them. Everyone respected her very much.
At this time, they felt very uncomfortable when Clarissa was suddenly being scolded by Chantel like this.
However, Clarissa only smiled blandly, as if she didn't hear what Chantel said. She ordered the servant to clean up the floor and make new tea again.
"I didn't know that you would come here, and I'm afraid I've been a poor host! Anderson doesn't like to drink tea at home, so the tea you drank just now was what I always drink to pass the time. This is the best Puerh tea. Please have a try."
As she said this, she poured each of them a glass of tea in person.
Chantel spoke mockingly for a long time, but Clarissa didn't react at all, and she felt somewhat boring, as if she had punched the soft cotton with great strength.
She snorted coldly, picked up the cup and took a sip.
The next second, she screamed and threw the cup at Clarissa.
"B*stard! How dare you let me drink such hot tea? Do you want to burn me to death?"
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