Chapter 386 A Servant Should Be Submissive and Unquestioning
Why should they endure in silence? Were they inferior to Jennifer and her daughter?
"No, Miss Watson, you misunderstood. I never meant it that way."
"That’s exactly what you meant."
Perhaps even he didn't realize it, because Jennifer and Freya always positioned themselves as the underdogs in front of everyone. Over time, everyone pitied them, and anyone who clashed with them, regardless of the reason, was seen as the bad guy.
Little did people know, their weakness was their greatest weapon.
Even as an outsider, he was biased towards Jennifer and Freya. It was only natural for Bryan to act this way.
"Cecily, stop wasting words with him. Let me handle this."
Even Gary was getting impatient with this nonsense.
Cecily glanced at Sam, then opened the car door and got out. "Gary, let him go."
"Cecily, are you going with him?"
Cecily's smirked. "If I don't go, Bryan will come knocking to hold us accountable. Isn't that right, Sam?"
Sam made a gesture of invitation. "Miss Watson, please."
Gary stepped forward. "I'll go with you."
Cecily raised her hand slightly. "No need, I'll go alone. Let's go."
Cecily rode in Sam's car. She remained silent the entire way, gazing at the scenery outside, her beautiful face devoid of any expression.
She refused to communicate with Bryan because she hated seeing him stand up for Jennifer and Freya.
But clearly, he would undoubtedly do so.
The car drove through a somewhat remote area. After passing a wide road, they arrived at a grand and imposing villa.
Though the location was a bit secluded, the villa's presence here unmistakably showcased the owner's wealth.
Perhaps the residents loved gardening, as the surroundings were filled with various rare flowers, creating a picturesque paradise.
The Collins family was the foremost financial power in Riverview. It was no surprise that Bryan had such a mansion in Silver Frost Capital.
Bryan didn't often come to Silver Frost Capital, and Vivienne was in Detroit. Thus, the only residents of this villa could be Jennifer and Freya.
Cecily lowered her eyes with a hint of sarcasm.
Soon, Cecily was led into the villa. As she stepped into the foyer, she heard crying from the living room.
The voice belonged to Freya.
Cecily chuckled inwardly. 'Bryan has already gotten them out of the police station, so why does he still call her here?'
She walked straight in. In the living room, besides Bryan and Freya, there was Jennifer, holding Freya with a look of distress. Two stern-faced bodyguards stood nearby.
The scene resembled a courtroom, with Cecily as the "defendant" about to be interrogated.
Sam furrowed his brows slightly and approached Bryan. "Sir, Miss Watson is here."
"I know."
At that moment, Bryan's face remained impassive. He glanced at Cecily, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Bryan's feelings towards Cecily had always been conflicted. He resented her for being Vivienne's daughter with another man, yet because she was Vivienne's daughter, he couldn't help but feel a certain affection for her.
Sometimes, he even wished Cecily were his daughter.
Unfortunately, the child he once had with Vivienne had long been aborted by her.
"Dad, I'm scared..."
Freya's trembling voice pulled Bryan from his thoughts. That single word, "Dad," struck a chord in Bryan's heart.
Bryan's gaze towards Freya grew even more tender.
Though Freya wasn't his daughter, he had given her all the love he would have given his own child, truly treating her as his daughter.
Now that Freya had been wronged, how could he stay idle?
Cecily's gaze swept indifferently over Freya's pale face.
Freya wiped her tears, looking as if the whole world had wronged her.
Jennifer too, with tears streaming down her face, stood up and knelt directly before Cecily, saying, "Cecily, I beg you to spare Freya., please Freya is young and foolish. She angered you, and it's all her fault. It's also my fault for not disciplining her properly. If you have any grievances, take them out on me, please. Please, let her go. Don't torment her anymore. She is fragile and cannot endure your torment."
Cecily stood there quietly. She hadn't said anything yet, and Jennifer had already bowed and apologized profusely. If she didn't forgive them now, it would seem like she was bullying this mother and daughter.
Sure enough, Bryan's expression instantly turned sour.
Freya, still crying, came over to support Jennifer. "Mom, it's all my fault. It's my immaturity that angered Cecily. Don't apologize for me. It's my own mistake. I'll say sorry to Cecily myself."
Freya bowed beside Jennifer, her pale face streaked with tears.
"Cecily, I really didn't mean to wear your clothes or jewelry. I explained to you at the time that I had fallen, and my clothes were wet, so I went to that room to change.
I didn't know the jewelry was yours. I just thought it looked pretty and tried it on. I swear I didn't steal anything."
Freya cried pitifully, and the living room echoed with her and Jennifer's sobs.
Cecily watched coldly, saying nothing.
Seeing Cecily remain silent, Jennifer and Freya exchanged a furtive glance, unsure of what Cecily was thinking.
Bryan said nothing, but his expression was cold and stern as he quietly smoked.
After a tense silence, Bryan stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and raised his hand, signaling the servants to help Jennifer and Freya up.
Once they were seated, Bryan looked up at Cecily, who still stood there calmly.
"Don't you have anything to say?"
"What should I say to a scene I expected?"
She smiled lightly, her smile full of sarcasm.
She finally understood why Vivienne had suffered at Bryan's place because of them.
They were willing to go to any lengths.
If Vivienne or she had to bow like them, their pride would never allow it.
They could never do it in their lifetime.
But Freya and Jennifer had mastered this tactic, clearly not for the first time.
"I understand the situation. It's just a dress and a piece of jewelry. You haven't suffered any loss. Freya apologized sincerely, and you still maintain this attitude. Aren't you being unreasonable?"
Bryan spoke slowly and calmly, but each word carried a sense of pressure.
A bit more, and he would have said she was being ungrateful.
Cecily lowered her eyelids slightly, looking at Bryan. She chuckled softly and asked, "Did I make her bow?
Did I ask her to apologize?
Did I come here to watch you bow and listen to your apologies?
It's quite interesting. I haven't said a word, and after a round of moral coercion, I become the unreasonable one.
So, whoever is shameless rules the world?"
Cecily looked at Bryan and thought to herself, 'Did you bring me here to resolve the issue? No, you just want to vent your anger for your precious daughter.'
But she was not someone to be trampled on.
"You're being too aggressive. What started as just a petty rivalry between you two. You pushed her to this point. Your temper is exactly like your mother's."
Cecily looked deeply at Bryan. "What kind of temper would you prefer us to have? Should I follow your way and bow before them, saying, 'Your Majesty, Your Highness, forgive me for my insolence. It's all my fault for being so pretentious. A servant should be submissive and unquestioning, offering up everything the princess desires.' Would that satisfy you?"
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