Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 99: Chapter 99
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"Joey, sit down." Helen tugged at her, motioning for her not to say that in front of Delilah.
But Joey didn't notice what everyone else saw. "Mom, stop pulling me. Grandma's so unfair. I've begged for that bracelet forever, and she never gave it to me, but this woman shows up and gets it? Katherine, I hate you."
It was just like they said—an innocent man got blamed just for holding something valuable.
Delilah slammed her fork down on the table. "You're so ill-mannered. Fighting over a bracelet and disrespecting your sister-in-law? Do you even look like a lady right now?"
Joey snapped, "I was never a lady anyway. Treating a stranger better than your own granddaughter. I hate you. I hate all of you!"
Joey shouted and then burst into tears. She pushed her chair back and ran out.
I started to go after her, but Delilah stopped me. "Kate, sit down. And none of you go after her either. She's so willful. If she doesn't fix that attitude, she'll make a laughingstock of our family when she marries."
Delilah's face was livid with anger. No one at the table dared even breathe loudly, let alone defy her by chasing Joey.
Honestly, my opinion of Joey had softened since the wedding dress incident. She was spoiled and rude, but at least she was straightforward.
No two-faced games with her. Finding someone like that in a wealthy family—pretty rare really.
The meal fell apart after that. If we'd managed a fake truce earlier, now even the pretense was gone.
Afterward, Delilah called the men to the study to talk. That left just Helen and me in the dining room.
"Go to the kitchen and wash the dishes," Helen ordered, settling onto the couch.
I pretended not to hear, turning to look at the paintings on the wall.
Helen tried calling Joey, but the phone kept shutting off. She threw it onto the couch in frustration. "Where could that brat have run off to?"
She looked over at me, saw I hadn't moved, and snapped. "Get to the kitchen. Are you deaf?"
"I'm not deaf, but I'm not going. If I do the servants' work, what's left for them to do?" I replied.
I finished speaking slowly and headed upstairs. I'd just taken two steps when I was stopped. Helen said, "Katherine, I really underestimated you. You're quite good at putting on a show in front of people and acting differently behind their backs, aren't you?"
I turned around, smiling brightly, "Helen, I learned from the best—you. Don't you remember what happened five years ago?"
As soon as I mentioned five years ago, Helen's face changed. It turned dark and menacing. She stared at me fiercely, and I met her gaze without backing down.
After a long moment, she ground out three words through her teeth. "It's not true."
I was startled, but my face didn't show it. "What do you mean? You might as well say it clearly."
"You know exactly what I mean."
"I really don't. Why don't you jog my memory?"
I kept smiling, but inside I was tense. Just when I thought she might slip up, Helen changed the subject. "Call Joey and apologize. Then I'll drop this thing about you disobeying me."
She knew Joey's phone was off, but she still wanted me to call? Was this clumsy topic change a sign she was starting to panic?
I decided to press harder while I had the chance.
I sneered, "A young girl running off at this hour? She's probably at a nightclub. Even if her phone wasn't off, she wouldn't answer."
But Joey didn't notice what everyone else saw. "Mom, stop pulling me. Grandma's so unfair. I've begged for that bracelet forever, and she never gave it to me, but this woman shows up and gets it? Katherine, I hate you."
It was just like they said—an innocent man got blamed just for holding something valuable.
Delilah slammed her fork down on the table. "You're so ill-mannered. Fighting over a bracelet and disrespecting your sister-in-law? Do you even look like a lady right now?"
Joey snapped, "I was never a lady anyway. Treating a stranger better than your own granddaughter. I hate you. I hate all of you!"
Joey shouted and then burst into tears. She pushed her chair back and ran out.
I started to go after her, but Delilah stopped me. "Kate, sit down. And none of you go after her either. She's so willful. If she doesn't fix that attitude, she'll make a laughingstock of our family when she marries."
Delilah's face was livid with anger. No one at the table dared even breathe loudly, let alone defy her by chasing Joey.
Honestly, my opinion of Joey had softened since the wedding dress incident. She was spoiled and rude, but at least she was straightforward.
No two-faced games with her. Finding someone like that in a wealthy family—pretty rare really.
The meal fell apart after that. If we'd managed a fake truce earlier, now even the pretense was gone.
Afterward, Delilah called the men to the study to talk. That left just Helen and me in the dining room.
"Go to the kitchen and wash the dishes," Helen ordered, settling onto the couch.
I pretended not to hear, turning to look at the paintings on the wall.
Helen tried calling Joey, but the phone kept shutting off. She threw it onto the couch in frustration. "Where could that brat have run off to?"
She looked over at me, saw I hadn't moved, and snapped. "Get to the kitchen. Are you deaf?"
"I'm not deaf, but I'm not going. If I do the servants' work, what's left for them to do?" I replied.
I finished speaking slowly and headed upstairs. I'd just taken two steps when I was stopped. Helen said, "Katherine, I really underestimated you. You're quite good at putting on a show in front of people and acting differently behind their backs, aren't you?"
I turned around, smiling brightly, "Helen, I learned from the best—you. Don't you remember what happened five years ago?"
As soon as I mentioned five years ago, Helen's face changed. It turned dark and menacing. She stared at me fiercely, and I met her gaze without backing down.
After a long moment, she ground out three words through her teeth. "It's not true."
I was startled, but my face didn't show it. "What do you mean? You might as well say it clearly."
"You know exactly what I mean."
"I really don't. Why don't you jog my memory?"
I kept smiling, but inside I was tense. Just when I thought she might slip up, Helen changed the subject. "Call Joey and apologize. Then I'll drop this thing about you disobeying me."
She knew Joey's phone was off, but she still wanted me to call? Was this clumsy topic change a sign she was starting to panic?
I decided to press harder while I had the chance.
I sneered, "A young girl running off at this hour? She's probably at a nightclub. Even if her phone wasn't off, she wouldn't answer."
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