I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 126

I rubbed my nose and poured two glasses of water. “Here, drink this. It’ll help calm your nerves.”

Verna lowered her eyes and offered a polite smile. “Thank you.”

Bess, who was tending to her own wounds, let out a cold laugh. She looked me up and down with a sneer. “You must be Mr. Lancaster’s wife. We’re not worthy of your kindness. You can keep it for yourself.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “You seem to have a problem with me. I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“No, we haven’t,” Bess said coldly. “But who likes a woman with the face of a home-wrecker? You look like nothing but trouble.”

My expression flickered, but I wasn’t angry. She wasn’t wrong; my features were a bit too sultry, too glamorous for some people’s tastes.

Verna’s face paled. She grabbed Bess’s arm. “Bess, don’t talk like that. This is Mrs. Lancaster.”

“So what if she’s Mrs. Lancaster?” Bess shot back. “Verna, don’t be so weak. Even if she were the queen, if she messes with you, you fight back.”

I sat down to wait for my food, casting a lazy glance at Bess. “Miss, you’d better watch your mouth. The fact that I’m not angry is a sign of my generosity, not a sign that you’re right. One more sarcastic comment out of you, and you can get out.”

Bess looked defiant. “You…”

Verna quickly pulled her back, looking at me apologetically. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Lancaster. My friend misspoke. Please don’t be angry. I apologize on her behalf.”

I looked at Verna. She was still beautiful, still kind, and willing to risk her life for a patient’s file. I could never match her noble character. But I was a selfish person. I didn’t like being wronged, especially for no reason.

Suddenly, a cheerful voice came from behind me. “Mr. Lancaster, did you go down to get us food? You’re so kind. Verna and I were starving.”

Steven didn’t even look at Bess. “I ordered some noodles for you,” he said flatly. “This is a steak. It’s not yours.”

“It’s mine,” I said, walking up to him. I took the plate of steak without meeting his eyes. “I’ll eat in my room.”

I didn’t like that Bess girl and had no desire to interact with her. Besides, Steven was being so thoughtful toward Verna—buying her clothes, tending to her wounds, ordering her food. He was so attentive, he barely resembled the aloof Mr. Lancaster I knew. He didn’t need anyone’s help, especially not mine.

I was about to head to my room when I heard Bess’s sickly-sweet voice again. “Oh, but Verna’s hungry. Could she have it first? No, wait… as soon as Mr. Lancaster left, Mrs. Lancaster started picking on Verna, even warning her not to talk or else she’d lose her temper. Maybe it’s better not to. Verna is too kind and simple to be a match for Mrs. Lancaster…”