Rebirth to Be with My Disabled Husband

Chapter 63 I Hope You Won’t Get Involved

I’m fine. I can handle being a maid. Daphne frowned at Samantha’s hurt hand. “But you hurt your hand. Ms. Wallace.”

Samantha looked down and eyed it, then shook her head as a signal not to defend her and not enrage Finley. He could not take much more now, plus she knew why he had done so. She was not arguing th him no matter how much he had hurt her and never leave him. She would always keep him company.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Samantha told Daphne, I’ll manage. What would you have me do?”

“With your hurt hand…” Daphne eyed Finley, dealing with business matters in the living. room, then said louder, “Ms. Wallace, pickle cabbage.”

Finley frowned, while Samantha realized her purpose after seeing her wink–Daphne was trying to help her and had spoken louder so Finley would pity her..

Samantha was amused, while Daphne feigned anger toward Samantha. “Why are you. laughing, silly girl? Go on and help me prepare pickled cabbage.”

Daphne pushed Samantha into the kitchen and tossed her the salt. “Put this into the cabbage to pickle it. Use your hands–both of them.”

Her words were just loud enough for Finley to hear.

As Samantha was about to unbandage her hand, Finley spoke from outside. “My study is messy. Ms. Stuart, make Samantha tidy it.”

Daphne shot Samantha a smile in the kitchen as if telling her that he pitied her and looked victorious, but she still acted angry and shoved Samantha out. “Girl, he’s ordering you to tidy his study. Why aren’t you moving?”

Samantha lost her balance and fell, making her hurt hand graze the floor and elicit a painful hiss from her. She stared at her bleeding hand and gazed up at him pitifully, making him sneer. “How dumb.”

She was speechless. “I would never do it again. I’m going to tidy your study now.”

She–rose and vacated the living room to clean Finley’s study, after which he ordered Daphne, “Never let her do heavy lifting until her injury has fully healed.”

Daphne smiled. “Are you concerned that I will treat her badly? That was your instruction, wasn’t it? She’s now the family maid, and as the housekeeper, I think I’m entitled to order her around.”

She paused before adding, “Oh, Mr. Dean. If you really want to force her out of the house, I feel mistreating her is the most effective one as it would completely disappoint her. I hope you won’t get involved when I assign her tasks afterward.”

Finley was quiet. “Whatever you want.”

He went on working but felt discomfited by Samantha’s bleeding hand.