Chapter 114 Her standard (1/2)

Both could not help from shivering when they received the glare from the Empress of the house. The glare was sharper and scarier than the one Angel gave just a few minutes ago.

The butler stumbled to excuse himself and quickly rushed toward the kitchen using the back door. It was better for him to stay out of Mrs Si line of sight or he would be blamed for something he did not do.

Silently he prayed for the safety of Young Mistress. Good luck, Young Mistress. Madam did look angry just now. Maybe he needed to add another prayer, and he did just that. He even pulled some of the maids and even the cook to join him with the prayers.

Angel, on the other hand, was looking around desperately for a place to run and hide. She saw the bushes of red roses and yellow roses not far from there. Unfortunately for her, her feet seemed to be glued to the ground. She could not move any of them!

She gulped down her saliva, trying not to cry. Why her sister-in-law was so scary?

Mrs Si stormed forward until she reached her silly little sister-in-law. Clucking her tongue in dissatisfaction, she could not help from lament how poor her silly sister-in-law looking right now. So pathetic!

”Where do you think you are going?” her hands on her hips, she asked Angel.

”I... I...” Angel's eyes were looking around wildly.

Someone... anyone... please help her!

Her back was wet with sweat. Even her face too! But she was too scared to wipe her face.

Why did she have to be here and receiving the stare? She did nothing wrong. She did not even disturb the family, just dealing with her own emotion, her own feeling. Was it even a crime?

Without wasting another moment, Mrs Si pulled Angel into the house. She knew Angel too well. If she waited for Angel to follow her, this silly girl would quickly run away. She would not do what she was told to unless someone 'disciplined' her.

This was all her husband's fault, her heart blamed. If he did not overprotect Angel since young, this silly girl would not be so laid back until she could not even distinguish which one is right and which one is wrong. She did not even know how to cook!

And it was also her husband's fault for following this girl's whim of wanting to live independently.

Independent? Harry, her dear son even told her, rather absent-mindedly, how frequent Angel skipped her meals. She did not want to even touch the lack of sleep Angel had especially when she received so many projects to do.

This was unacceptable!

”Prepare the room for your Young Mistress,” she ordered the maids.

Both the girls bobbed their head and rushed upstairs to do just that. They were scared to be blamed for anything. In fact, the other maids were hiding somewhere else.

Angel sat on the cushion, crossing her arms sulkily. It was so clear she would be imprisoned again. Her elder sister-in-law was so controlling, so stubborn, so... so... so infuriating!

Both did not say a word to each other. Angel was sulking at one corner of the couch while her sister-in-law, Harry's mother sat on the lone couch, staring at Angel furiously.

”Madam, the room is ready,” one of the maids, who lost to the paper-scissor-water, reported weakly. She quickly ran away once the Madam nodded her head.

Safe. She was safe.

”The kitchen is preparing your meal. You go upstairs and clean a bit. So smelly!” Mrs Si pinched her nose, twitching her lips disgustingly.

”I am not smelly. I don't smell bad!” Angel cried, hurt when she was accused of having body odour.

Even though she did not take a shower for days, she did not smell bad at all. None of her paintings complained. She tried to sniff but her nose was too stuffy to smell anything.

Nonetheless, she believed her own words. She was not smelly at all!

”Do you want me to push you into the bathroom or you will do it yourself?” Mrs Si lifted a brow coldly.