Chapter 262 Gardening
Jacob quickly waved his hands and smiled apologetically. "No way, Ms. Spencer. If you don't want to, you can just watch from the side."
No wonder Charles didn't say it himself and dumped the task on him.
Diana wasn't a servant of the Percy Mansion; there was no way she'd agree to something like this.
"Jacob, if this is Mr. Percy's request, I'll do it. Don't trouble Ms. Spencer."
Evelyn had come out from the corner after Charles left and was a bit displeased hearing Jacob's words.
But thinking it was Charles's order, she was afraid of being punished if she didn't comply. She had done similar tasks at the Spencer Villa, so it wasn't a big deal.
Evelyn's words relieved Jacob's immediate problem.
Diana, although she hated Charles, had to consider Evelyn. Until she was completely free, she had to ensure Evelyn's normal life.
Thinking of this, she frowned and said, "Fine, let's do as he says."
Jacob breathed a sigh of relief and quickly added, "Alright, Ms. Spencer, don't worry. It's just some simple tasks. The servants will be trimming the bushes this afternoon. The shears are heavy, so you can just watch."
Diana raised an eyebrow, somewhat interested in what he said.
In front of the Percy Mansion, there were many flower beds with short trees.
Their leaves were dense and compact, trimmed into various shapes.
Diana was curious about what it would feel like to trim them herself.
So she said, "I can do that. Let me try it then."
Jacob hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Sure."
He didn't take Diana's words seriously. Gardening should be left to professionals.
The tools were complex and heavy. She would realize it wasn't that simple once she tried.
Unfortunately, Jacob underestimated Diana's enthusiasm.
After her nap, she changed into comfortable workout clothes, tied her hair up, put on gloves, and joined the servants by the flower beds.
The bushes had grown out, and their original shapes were blurred.
Each person was responsible for a bush, but the servant assigned to Diana was in a bit of a dilemma.
She had taken his tools and, without looking at the original design, started trimming the bush.
He couldn't help but say, "Ms. Spencer, let me do it. This is hard work, you can just watch."
Diana, full of energy, replied without turning her head, "No worries, I'll do it. You can take a break."
With that, she made another cut.
The servant was on the verge of tears. Why was he assigned to Diana?
If the bushes weren't trimmed well, he would be blamed.
Thinking of this, the servant hurried to Jacob to explain, "Jacob, Ms. Spencer insisted on trimming the bushes. It's not my fault. If Mr. Percy sees it and gets upset, I don't want to take the blame."
Jacob had also noticed the situation and awkwardly reassured him, "I know, it's not your fault."
After all, it was Charles who insisted Diana do the task. Whatever the result, it wasn't her fault.
Evelyn watched Diana trim, occasionally wiping her sweat and handing her water, praising her, "It's so artistic, really beautiful. Ms. Spencer, you're a natural."
As Evelyn's compliments flowed, a blush gradually spread across Diana's cheeks, her confidence growing.
Each cut was decisive, without hesitation.
But some parts were too short, and others too long, making it look odd.
Finally, she put down the shears, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and asked, "How is it? Not bad, right?"
Evelyn immediately clapped, enthusiastically praising her, "Amazing, Ms. Spencer! You're like the Michelangelo of gardening!"
"Of course."
Unlike their joy, Jacob and the servant had complicated expressions. What was called an "art piece" looked like a mess to professionals.
But when Diana blinked and asked them, they still praised her insincerely, "Very good, a real genius."
"Ms. Spencer, it's a shame you don't pursue gardening."
Just then, Tessa and Bronte came out of the house. Bronte, who was straightforward, blurted out upon seeing the ugly bush, "Oh my God, what is this? It's hideous."
Her words immediately drew everyone's attention. Diana calmly said, "I trimmed it."
The surroundings fell into an awkward silence, and Bronte wished she could slap herself.
She quickly tried to make up for it, "Sorry, Ms. Spencer. I didn't look closely. Now that I see it, it has a unique beauty. Is it a pig shape? So cute!"
Diana's expression remained calm, and she politely smiled, "It's a flower shape."
"Well, it's really…" The more she said, the worse it got. Bronte mumbled for a moment and finally chose to shut up.
Diana didn't mind. She was sweating and felt cold in the wind. So she said, "Jacob, since I'm done, I'll head back."
Jacob nodded repeatedly, "Alright, take care."
Evelyn and Diana went upstairs, leaving the servants looking at each other. After a moment, one of them asked, "Should we fix this?"
The other bushes were neatly trimmed, looking round and cute. But the one Diana trimmed was truly an eyesore. And she had chosen the one closest to the main gate, making it hard for Charles to miss when he came home.
The servant mentioned "fixing" it but wasn't confident. Jacob waved his hand and said, "Forget it, leave it."
Charles gave the order, so whatever the result, he had to accept it. Besides, it was just a bush. He wouldn't be that petty. It's not like she tore down the house.
Upstairs, Diana took a shower and lay on the bed, flipping through a parenting book. Evelyn sat beside her, and the two enjoyed a rare moment of peace.
As she read, Diana suddenly tossed the book aside and laughed. Her eyes sparkled as she said, "Just thinking about Charles seeing that ugly bush makes me laugh!"
Evelyn looked up, confused, "Ms. Spencer, what are you talking about?"
"Don't you think it's ugly? You praised my trimming, and I almost died laughing." Diana turned over, looking at Evelyn with interest.
Evelyn shook her head, her eyes sincere, "But I really think you did a great job, Ms. Spencer. It has an abstract beauty."
Diana's smile froze, unsure if Evelyn was genuinely complimenting her.
After a moment, she turned back and awkwardly said, "Evelyn, you need to improve your taste. Don't just read parenting books, read other things too."
Evelyn smiled and nodded. Though she wasn't highly educated, she believed whatever Diana said was right.
At night, Charles, who had been busy at the Percy Group all day, returned home under the moonlight.
The driver was focused on driving, but as they entered the gate, he suddenly braked hard and exclaimed, "What the hell is this?"
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