Chapter 282: I am Director Wyatt’s Daughter!
"I must say, Director Wyatt, that you have such a big heart," Joanne managed to say, forcing a smile on her face.
Stacy’s brow rose in confusion. "What do you an, Mrs Hudson?"
"Anyone can see that you do not segregate between servants and masters which is a rare virtue to find among the wealthy," she laughed, the smile on her face never wavering.
"To us in this family, everyone is equal, but I fail to understand what you an by that statent," Director Wyatt asked with a frown.
"You see, that’s the more reason why I insisted that my son should pick a wife from this household. You have such great virtue that I am sure you must have instilled it into your children."
Seeing the fawning smile on Joanne’s face and how she was shalessly behaving like a chaleon, Kathleen was tempted to give her an award in her heart.
’Look at who was talking about virtue when she doesn’t have the basic virtues of kindness,’ Kathleen sneered.
However, outwardly, she pretended to be in shock at the unexpected encounter and mustered a polite smile. "Mrs. Joanne Hudson. What brings you here?"
"When has it beco the duty of low lives to welco dignified personalities?" Joanne remarked, her tone dripping with disdain.
"What do you an?" Kathleen said, feigning anger. "I am in the middle of cleaning right now, how can I help you?"
"Help ?" Joanne let out a dry laugh. "I knew it. I knew you were nothing but a low life. And in case you did not understand what I ant when I was explaining myself to Director Wyatt just now, I was actually referring to you."
"So you were actually a maid that was probably sent on an errand the other day that I t you at Wyatt corporations."
Paying no attention to Director Wyatt’s expression which had turned cold, she went on,
"Forgive , sister," she said, turning to Stacy who was watching the whole drama silently, waiting for Joanne to make a complete fool of herself.
"Why are you keeping such an uncouth maid in your house? Aren’t you afraid she will contaminate your well behaved household?"
Kathleen, a bit taken aback, exchanged puzzled glances with her parents. "Um, actually, I’m not a maid. I’m their daughter."
Joanne, as expected, did not take Kathleen seriously and raised an eyebrow. "Really? Their daughter? Well, you might want to dress a bit more appropriately for soone of your status."
Undeterred, Kathleen still poked further. "I’m sorry for the confusion, Mrs Hudson. Like I said before, I was in the middle of cleaning. How can I help you?"
Still oblivious to the trap Kathleen was setting for her, Joanne retorted in a condescending manner. "If you must know, even though I still feel it has nothing to do with you, I’m here to discuss a proposal with your boss."
"My son, Shawn Hudson...," she began proudly, "... is interested in marrying soone from this family. Are there any eligible maids you can recomnd?" She asked sarcastically.
Kathleen’s parents exchanged a look, seeing Joanne foolishly falling deep into the trap their daughter had set for her.
Obviously she still believes that their beloved daughter was a maid in her own father’s house. What a pity.
Trying to maintain her composure, Kathleen replied, "I understand. I assure you, I’ll pass along your ssage to the appropriate channels."
Joanne, not still catching on, scoffed, "Make sure you do. A match like this is a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity that soone like you will never get, so better not ss around."
"Of course, Mrs Hudson," Kathleen seriously nodded, suppressing a smile, "but if I rember correctly, except my brain has began playing tricks on , your so called son is already married and the person he is married to happened to be . So which marriage are you talking about?"
"Tsk! It’s good you know that your head is playing tricks on you because my son has already divorced you more than six years ago. How can he still be married to a two timing b..... woman like you." Joanne quickly changed her language but the word she wanted to utter was still very obvious to everyone.
A cynical grin dangled around Kathleen’s mouth. "It might interest you to know that I never signed those divorce papers. How can we be divorced without going through any legal divorce proceedings?"
Sothing seed to explode in Joanne’s head. "Impossible," she shrieked. "You are clearly lying."
"The records from the registry will prove if I’m lying or not," Kathleen said nonchalantly.
"And as for you marrying off your son to Director Wyatt’s daughter you had better forget about it because as long as he is still married to , he cannot marry any other woman."
"What right do you have to say that," snapped Joanne, not able to hold back her anger anymore due to Kathleen’s provocation.
"You are just a re maid working in this house, although I fail to see the reason why they will condescend to keeping an arrogant person like you."
As could be seen, Joanne was so blinded by her hatred for Kathleen that she never noticed how weired the situation was. All the ti she had been arguing with Kathleen in the presence of her so called "masters" they neither spoke nor rebuked Kathleen for speaking to their guest impolitely. Shouldn’t that have told her that sothing was amiss?
Just like they say, love is blind, but permit
to add that hatred is both blind and insensitive. It doesn’t allow your reasoning or senses to work well. Such was the case of Joanne who kept exchanging words with a "re maid."
Stacy decided to put an end to the whole farce when she could no longer put up with the disparaging remarks Joanne kept spewing.
"Actually, Mrs Hudson, she is not a maid."
"Huh?" Joanne said, but after a few seconds, she laughed. "You don’t have to try to defend her, my dear sister. I understand that you care for her since she is a worker in your house."
"She is our long lost daughter, Dr Janice Wyatt, the heiress to the fortune of The Wyatts." Stacy announced and placed her hand around Kathleen’s shoulder, hugging her closely to herself with an affectionate smile adorning her face.
The room fell silent and Joanne’s eyes widened in shock as realization hit her like a wave, at the sa ti, embarrassnt crept in. "What?!"
As Kathleen stared at Joanne, the expression on her face was priceless and Kathleen couldn’t resist rubbing more salt into her already gaping wound as she gently removed her mother’s arms wrapped around her shoulders, stood on her feet and advanced towards where Joanne was seated.
Although she was still dressed casually in a jeans and T-shirt, her aura was still imposing that even Joanne who could always bully the weak but butter up to the strong, couldn’t help but cringe at the presence of such an intimidating Kathleen.
"I do appreciate your belated congratulatory ssage, Mrs Hudson, because just like my mother has said. I am not a maid," Kathleen reiterated.
"I am Director Wyatt’s daughter! Doctor Janice Wyatt"
"The sa person who treated your mother in-law’s sickness and snatched her life from the jaws of death."
"The sa person that is the current President of Wyatt Corporations whom you ca to et the other day."
"The sa person that single-handedly sent your accomplice to jail and took over the Beazell Group, and also the sa person whom you have co here to beg like a dog to get married to your son."
A cynical grin appeared on her cold face."I hope the slap on your face isn’t too hot for you to bear because you are still my elder."
"But let
make one thing clear here and now, if you have any requests in the future, please address them accordingly as I would not condone any misconduct from lunatics in human form," Kathleen stated authoritatively, revealing her true identity.
After delivering the bombshell to Joanne, Kathleen sauntered back to her room, whistling a tune, leaving her parents to deal with Joanne, who was yet to recover from the shock of her life, the way they deed fit.
Kathleen’s parents were completely disappointed by Joanne’s narrow mindedness, and exchanged a glance that conveyed their displeasure.
Realizing the gravity of her error, Joanne stamred, attempting to make ands. "I... I had no idea. I apologize, Kathleen. I didn’t an to—"
"Mrs Carr, please see the guest off to the door," Director Wyatt said and stood up. He held out his hand and Stacy gently placed her well manicured hand in it.
Helping her to her feet, Director Wyatt and his wife exited the living room hand in hand like a newly wedded couple, not even sparing Joanne a second glance.
Luckily the children had gone out with Jason and Cheryl earlier so there was no fear of them bumping into Joanne.
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