Chapter 492: Pathetic

Amber cried out in pain when one of the glass pieces pierced her fingers and blood started to leak out. She stared at the two people who were watching her move without doing anything. "Can't you see I am bleeding? Get me the first aid." She ordered, completely forgetting that they never listened to her orders. Just as before, the two ignored her orders as they continued to stare at her.

"Why aren't you moving your asses? I said get me the first aid." He gritted her teeth and enunciated each word.

"We are not allowed to leave until you finish cleaning the room, Miss. It is our Master's orders." The butler shrugged as though Amber's blood was not a big deal for him.

"Are you blind? Can't see my wounds? You.." She pointed her finger at the maid who was watching the drama silently. "Go get the first aid right now." She snapped her fingers at her as though she was her slave, and the butler's smile vanished on seeing her behavior.

"Miss, nobody is going anywhere. You are to clean the room in our presence, and the Master has ordered us not to treat you if you are to get injured in the process." Although that was not his Master's words, the butler knew the man would not reprimand him for saying so. The girl was more arrogant than the sun, and she had to be thought a lesson for treating people around her as slaves.

"What the fuck do you mean that I will not be treated? Do you want me to bleed to death? Wait a minute." Amber stopped speaking when the realization hit her, and the butler wondered what absurd theory she had discovered suddenly. "You want to kill me, right? Is that the reason why you are not bringing the first aid?"

The moment the question left Amber's lips, the maid started laughing, and even the butler looked at her like the fool she was. They had never seen anyone as stupid as her.

"Why are you laughing, bitch?" Amber was livid when she saw the two people laughing at her and mocking her.

"Language, Miss." The butler's cold voice fell on her ears, and Amber became speechless for a few moments. "A few droplets of blood from your body will not kill you. Don't you think you should compensate for the loss our Master has incurred due to your childish tantrums?" The butler pointed at the mess she had created, showing her the reality. "You had the audacity to destroy the precious collection that cost him more money than you have ever seen in your life. But you can't even bear the minor injuries after what you have done. I must commend your hypocrisy. It is beyond my comprehension."

The butler's words were a huge slap to Amber's face and ego, and she glared at him, wishing to burn him alive. He was testing her patience that was already wearing thin after meeting the two annoying women in Joshua's ward, and more so because they had stopped her from getting close to Joshua. And now the butler was irritating her.

"Miss, it is best that you finish cleaning the room soon. The sooner you finish, the sooner you can get your injuries treated." The man advised, and Amber now had no choice. She started to clean the room while bearing the cuts and injuries that came along whenever she picked up the pieces of glass on the floor.

Finally, after two hours of complaining and crying, she was done cleaning the room, and by then it was already past midnight. She plopped on her bed, exhausted from all the work she had done and she wiped her hands with the towel. "Get me the first aid kit now." She barked out her orders, and for once, the butler nodded at the maid who retrieved the first aid kit and helped the arrogant woman to clean her wounds.

The entire time Amber had not stopped grumbling and whining making the poor maid's ears bleed due to the torment. The moment she was done treating her wounds, she scurried away from her and sighed in relief.

"Get me my food. I am hungry." Amber gave out her next order. However, both the butler and the maid were done listening to her. So, they just walked out of the room and closed the door after them.

More than fifteen minutes had passed, and nobody had returned with her food. Frustrated and famished, Amber walked out of her room to the kitchen, only to find the entire mansion empty. Nobody was in sight. "Where are the servants? Why didn't they get me my food?" She seethed.

Although she wanted to scold them for their negligence, she was too tired to even speak to them, let alone fight them. Her hunger was making her lose control. So, she decided to fill her stomach first. However, to her disbelief, the kitchen was completely clean, with all the dishes empty. There was nothing for her to eat, and this time, she could not control herself anymore. Her hunger got the best of her and she saw red.

Amber was done tolerating the humiliation, and she kicked the chair in the dining room, the loud noise echoing through the silent mansion like a blaring horn. At once, the maids who were resting in the nearby room came running to see what had happened, and the moment they saw the woman who had turned their life hell since her stay, they groaned in despair.

"Where is my food?" Amber shouted on seeing the maids standing in front of her. "Get me my food."

"Miss, we were ordered not to give you any food. You..."

"What do mean? How could you not give me food?" Amber shrieked, her high-pitched voice rendering everyone speechless. They clenched their fists in anger. They were already tired from the day's work, and this woman was making it difficult for them by not allowing them to rest. 

"What is happening here? Why is there a commotion?" The butler's strong voice fell on everyone's ears, and the maids turned to him, sighing in relief. As soon as the butler saw Amber in the middle of the dining hall, he frowned. "You? I should have thought that it was you behind this chaos. What do you want now?" He was vexed by now that he even dropped all the formalities and spoke to her without giving her any respect.

"I am hungry," Amber stated with her hands folded.

"So?"

"I want food."

"Then, go prepare your food."

"Why should I prepare?"

"Because you are hungry, not us." The butler's reply was instant.

"But it is you who do the work, not I. You are the servants here." Amber's words were dripping with ego, and the butler narrowed his eyes.

"We are the servants here, yes. But we are not your servants." His reply pleased all the servants who were watching the drama, and they wanted to applaud him for showing the woman her place. "You are hungry, you prepare your food. If you have forgotten, let me remind you that Master has ordered you to do your own chores for the next fifteen days. Nobody will be helping you in anything."

'What the fuck!!' Amber cursed under her breath. She had really forgotten about this matter, and she closed her eyes as she controlled her fury. An idea popped up in her mind suddenly, and she opened her eyes, his lips raising in wickedness. "Are you sure you want me to enter the kitchen? What if I were to destroy it just like the room?"

Her question made the butler laugh. He had anticipated these words from her, and he was prepared with his befitting reply. "You can go ahead and do anything you want. You will only be punished for your actions, and let me assure you that the consequences will be dire. Moreover, I have the option to kill you or even better, kick you out of his house."

This shut Amber up, and her face paled in fear. The butler did not stop at that. "Let me remind you that you are surviving only because our Master has taken you in. If he loses his mind and kicks you out, I presume you know what will happen to you. You do not want to return to your pathetic self again, do you?"

Amber recalled the time when she had lost everything and was reduced to do part-time jobs to survive, and her heart thudded in fear. Those were the days she wanted to forget the most. Now that she had tasted the lavish life again, she did not want to return to her poverty-stricken self.

Contented that the warning has been registered, he nodded his head at the servants, and they returned to their rooms at once. "You may cook whatever you want or eat whatever you want. You can even go on a hunger strike or order from outside. But nobody will help you to do your work anymore. Also, if you order food from outside, you will have to pay for it yourself. Now, it's up to you what you want to do."

The butler snapped his fingers, and Amber looked at the man who was nothing less monstrous than his Master. "Whatever you do, keep the kitchen clean. If you create a mess again, you can say goodbye to your life or your lavish life." With that, the butler left the dining hall, leaving a trembling Amber glaring at his back.