Chapter 525 Pleading for Mercy
Savannah seemed to lose all her radiance in an instant, collapsing into the chair with a vacant look in her eyes. The side of her face that Elizabeth had slapped was still red and swollen, making her look utterly miserable. She stared blankly ahead, muttering, "What should I do?" as tears streamed down her face.
Jenny, who was with her, didn't know how to console her. She asked gently. "Savannah, are you okay?"
Savannah turned to look at her, her eyes frighteningly red. She asked desperately, "What should I do? I don't want to go to jail. I really can't go to jail, and I can't lose this job either."
"Why don't you go and find Mr. Jonah? Sincerely apologize to Mr. Jonah's wife. At least you can deal with the police and jail issue later," Jenny suggested.
She was now certain that Savannah had lied about her special relationship with Mitchell.
Actually, He barely knew her.
Moreover, when Mitchell saw his wife, his eyes were full of light, and his demeanor was completely different from when he was with his employees. That kind of concern and nervousness didn't seem like the behavior of a man who would be unfaithful to his family.
So, Jenny was sure that everything Savannah had told her about Mitchell giving her special treatment and always calling her to his office alone were all made up. And now she realized that Savannah couldn't even guarantee her own position, let alone secure a spot for her.
However, since she started her internship, she hadn't made many friends. She knew that sometimes Savannah used her to highlight her own superiority and to help with work even if they weren't that close. She genuinely thought that apologizing and seeking forgiveness was the only way out and sincerely offered her advice.
Savannah suddenly stood up, as if she had shaken off her reverie and returned to her senses, saying, "Yes, I'll go beg Mr. Jonah, beg his wife. I'll go find them now. I can't go to jail, I can't get fired."
As she spoke, she stumbled and ran out.
When Mitchell returned to the office, Willow had just finished showering and was changing clothes in the lounge.
Amy had personally gone downstairs to bring Willow back up after receiving Mitchell's call. She was startled when she saw Willow covered in coffee stains at the café. She quickly walked over and asked in a low voice, "Willow, are you okay? Who did this? Come on, let us go upstairs and change into clean clothes."
Willow followed Amy out of the café, believing that Mitchell would handle things with Elizabeth. As they walked, she smiled slightly and said, "A clumsy intern accidentally spilled coffee on me."
Amy frowned slightly. Displeased, she said, "An intern? Some of the new interns are really reckless. Did it get on your belly?"
She didn't know that the intern Willow was referring to was Savannah. She had hurriedly taken Willow out of the café without seeing what had happened inside, as Mitchell had personally instructed her to take Willow upstairs to change clothes.
"No, just got my clothes wet, a bit uncomfortable," Willow replied.
"Alright, go wash up. The clothes will be delivered soon," Amy said.
She led Willow to Mitchell's office and then left.
Shortly after, a young girl from the secretarial office came in with a bag containing clean clothes.
Willow thanked her and went into the lounge.
She planned to take a shower before changing clothes, as she felt uncomfortable otherwise.
Fortunately, Mitchell's lounge was well-equipped and convenient.
After showering, as she was getting dressed, she heard someone enter the office outside. She knew it was Mitchell because no one else would walk straight into his office.
The footsteps outside were hurried and soon reached the lounge door.
An anxious voice called out, "Honey."
Hearing Mitchell's voice, Willow couldn't help but smile happily.
"I'm in here," she replied loudly.
Upon hearing her response, Mitchell immediately opened the lounge door.
Willow had just finished dressing. The maternity clothes she was wearing were from the same brand as the ones that got stained with coffee, made of soft cotton that she liked.
The young girl from the secretarial office had bought a similar style, which Willow appreciated.
Mitchell walked up to Willow, inhaling the familiar scent of her body wash, and asked gently, "Did you take a shower?"
"Yes, I felt uncomfortable, so I took a quick one," Willow replied and nodded lightly.
"Smells nice. I should have come up sooner; the bathroom can be slippery," Mitchell said, still worried.
"I was very careful, don't worry," Willow said with a smile.
Her freshly washed face was rosy, like a delicate rose, making Mitchell want to kiss her.
He leaned in and kissed her cheek. He asked softly, "Did you enjoy the little cakes earlier? Should I have someone bring up two more?"
"No, I already had two. Any more and I'll turn into a pig." Willow stuck out her tongue and shook her head, then rolled her eyes and added, "How about bringing two home after work? We can have them tonight."
She couldn't eat more now, but they could be a late-night snack.
Mitchell smiled and said, "Alright, I'll pack two to take home after work. Now, get some rest. I'll wake you up after the meeting, and we'll go home."
"Okay." Willow nodded with a smile, then yawned appropriately.
Mitchell helped Willow lie down on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and adjusted the room temperature.
Willow lay on her side, smiling at Mitchell, and asked, "Mitchell, are you really going to call the police?"
She had heard it when she left the café.
Mitchell sat by the bed, gently stroking Willow's forehead and cheeks with a look of tenderness and love. He didn't answer immediately, but after a moment of silence, he said, "Yes, that was the plan until a moment ago. But you're kind-hearted and must have softened."
He knew Willow too well; she probably thought calling the police on an intern who hadn't even graduated yet was too harsh.
Willow smiled at his words. She replied, "I was just asking, not softening."
She thought, 'That person is eyeing my husband and spilled coffee on me. I'm not softening.'
"Then I'll call the police," Mitchell said, taking out his phone to make the call.
"Wait, hold on. Maybe we should think about it some more." Willow grabbed Mitchell's arm. She suggested, "Calling the police seems a bit severe. How about we just follow the company's disciplinary procedures? Consider it a blessing for the baby."
"Alright, we'll do as you say, honey," Mitchell said, kissing her forehead.
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