Book TRK
Chapter 74
“Oh, come on! That’s $15,000 we’re talking about here!”
“Mom, Anthea’s saying it’s not about the money…”
Harriet was fuming, her blood boiling. It was $15,000!
What on earth did Anthea want?
She couldn’t possibly be holding out for $100,000, could she?
How shameless could she bel
“Mom, what do we do now?” Baldie queried, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
“Just ignore her!” Harriet spat out maliciously. “That little bitch is just playing hardball with me! She can take it or leave it! I refuse to believe my rotisserie can’t survive without her!”
Even if Anthea turned Cloudcrest upside down, there was no way she’d find anyone willing to pay $15,000 a month for an inexperienced waitress with no education to boast of.
Who in their right mind would do that?
Were they out of their minds?
“So, I just ignore her?”
Harriet nodded affirmatively. “Yeah, ignore her! Mark my words. Within three days, she’ll come crawling back and begging for her job!”
As the words left her mouth, Harriet added, “And if she messages you on WhatsApp trying to apologize, don’t even respond!”
“Got it,” Baldie agreed before he asked hesitatingly, “Mom, do you think Anthea will come back
to us?”
“Of course!” Harriet declared, brimming with confidence. “I offered her $15,000, and she refused. When she begs to come back, she’ll find the offer substantially reduced. Just wait and see her regret it, Baldie.”
Baldie nodded, convinced by his mother’s assurance.
**
Wrapped in her quilted vest, Karen had taken a brisk walk around the park before heading home.
She was about to take her medicine when she realized the staff hadn’t prepared it.
Karen confronted the butler, “Larkin, why haven’t you instructed the kitchen staff to prepare my medicine?” Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.
Before the butler could reply, Adah interrupted, “Karen, I had Dr. Lyons look at those medicines
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you told Larkin to buy, and he said they’re just common ingredients, ineffective for your migraines.”
“How would he know without me even trying them?” Karen protested.
“Karen, Dr. Lyons is one of Cloudcrest’s top physicians. If he says so, it must be true. Medicines can be toxic, so you should stick to the prescriptions Dr. Lyons has provided.”
Karen scoffed, “If he’s such a miracle doctor, why am I still suffering after all these years? | would say he’s just a quack, dismissing my future granddaughter–in–law’s capabilities out of sheer incompetence!”
“Karen, you’ve been dealing with these headaches for over two decades. Healing takes time. It doesn’t happen overnight. I have faith Dr. Lyons will cure you.”
Karen waved her off, “Larkin, go tell the kitchen to prepare my medicine!”
Adah’s brows knitted in concern as she watched Karen’s unwavering faith in the young girl’s remedies. “Dr. Lyons insists that you can’t mix his treatment with other remedies, or it could delay your recovery.”
Hearing this, Karen shot back, “Well then, I’ll ditch Dr. Lyons‘ prescriptions. From now on, it’s only the meds recommended by my future granddaughter–in–law or nothing!”
Adah sighed deeply. Karen also sighed, taking Adah’s hand in hers, her voice filled with earnest gravity. “Adah, I know you’re looking out for me, worried I might get worse. But do you know what I’ve endured these past twenty years? Every flare–up makes me wish for death. Even when I’m not in pain, I spend countless nights tossing and turning without a wink of sleep. Adah, just let me try her remedy, please.”