Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 126

**The Unseen Kingdom That Followed Me Into Every Dream by Alyndra Meron Valeen**
**Chapter 126**

Mila stood there, her complexion fading to a ghostly pallor, disbelief etched across her features. “Y-You must be joking, right? H1-How could someone like him possibly know you, Mr. Caprio?!” Her voice trembled, a mixture of confusion and dread, as if the very ground beneath her had shifted.

Frank, with an air of authority that brooked no argument, simply waved his hand dismissively. “Take her to HR. She’s fired today. From now on, we will not hire anyone who looks down on a potential client.” His tone was final, a decree that left no room for protest.

Without hesitation, two security guards advanced, their presence imposing as they guided Mila away from the scene. She cast a desperate glance back, her eyes pleading for understanding, but the moment had passed.

David, standing nearby, felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He rushed to Frank’s side, his voice rising with indignation as he addressed Mila. “That’s right! Mila wasn’t just disrespectful—she was a terrible worker who never met her targets! I’ve wanted to fire her for ages!” His words spilled forth, fueled by a mix of relief and vindication.

Turning to me, David’s demeanor shifted, and he attempted to ingratiate himself. “I’m honored to meet you, Mr. Grimwald. You maintain such a modest profile, yet I sensed you were different the moment our paths crossed! Please, forgive my earlier misjudgment. Mila misled me and exploited my ignorance!”

I couldn’t help but sneer at his attempt to curry favor. “I actually prefer you as an asshole rather than a sycophant, Mr. Supervisor.” My words dripped with disdain, a reflection of my low tolerance for disingenuousness.

“Mr. Grimwald, I truly meant what I said! I deeply regret my mistake—” David stammered, desperation creeping into his voice.

Frank, unimpressed and clearly irked, cut him off. “I don’t want an employee who alters his behavior based on hearsay instead of his own judgment. You’re fired too, David.” His decision was swift, leaving no room for negotiation.

David’s face drained of color, transforming into a mask of shock and dismay. “No! Sir, I have a family to feed! Please, just give me another chance!” His pleas echoed in the now silent office, desperation clawing at his voice.

“Do you want to walk to HR yourself, or should security drag you there?” Frank snapped, his patience wearing thin.

I raised my hand to stop him. “No, don’t. I was merely inquiring.”

In my years as a firefighter, I had inhaled more toxic gases, dust, and smoke than I could count. My lungs bore the scars of that battle. There had been a time when breathing felt like a luxury, each inhale a struggle against an invisible enemy. A mask had only exacerbated my discomfort, trapping the very air I needed.

A doctor once told me that the damage was irreversible. But fate had intervened when I saved a physician’s life, who repaid my bravery with a Revarian medicinal formula. I brewed it, consumed it diligently, and to my astonishment, the relentless sickness that had plagued me vanished.

“I can share a Revarian formula with you. It might help,” I offered, my voice steady, hoping to offer him a glimmer of hope.

Frank’s eyes widened, a mix of awe and gratitude illuminating his features. “You know Revarian medicine, Mr. Grimwald?!” His surprise was palpable, as if I had just unveiled a hidden treasure.