Chapter 459 - 41: Came To Complain

Back in Diana's room, Antonette ate the dessert served to her by one of the servants. Seeing the servants were busy waiting on her, Antonette felt satisfied.

In her opinion, this was how rich, powerful people should live. Her mother had taught her this way of thinking since she was a child. And she was born to live such a life.

What she did not understand, however, was although servants are neither rich nor powerful, they remember who treats them badly, and they bear a grudge. Antonette was hard on them. And she would be treated in the same way sometime in the future.

After a few of Antonette's visits to the villa, she soon became the most annoying guest in the servants' mind. And with her as a comparison, they loved Diana even more for her kind, gentle ways.

Antonette had suggested to Diana that she study in the bedroom to work in peace and quiet. In fact, she had only suggested this, so Diana wouldn't know what happened downstairs.

On a few occasions, a maid came to complain to Diana about Antonette's demanding behavior and unfair treatment.

But Diana thought she knew Antonette best. Antonette didn't speak loudly. How could she be picky with the servants? They must just misunderstand her. Thinking in that way, Diana didn't take the maid's complaints seriously.

One day, Diana arrived at Brian's villa earlier than usual, so she had time left after boiling preparing his medicine. She stayed downstairs to chat with the servants. They used to sit and talk quite regularly. But since Antonette had arrived in the house, they rarely saw Diana.

"Where is Mrs. Crawley?" Diana asked while eating an apple.

Mrs. Crawley was a servant working in the kitchen. She helped Diana a lot when Diana couldn't find the things she needed for her medicine preparation. But Diana didn't see her among them and recalled that she hadn't seen her for days.

"Mrs. Crawley?" A maid sighed and said, "She fell down the stairs and hurt her ankle."

Diana asked at once, "How is she now? Is she getting better?"

"She just needed to rest for a few days. After all, she's not young."

Another senior servant looked nervously around before adding, "It was Miss White's fault."

The servant continued, "That day, Mrs. Crawley went to ask the master what he wanted for dinner. After entering the study, she saw Miss White sitting on the master's l.a.p, wearing a short, s.e.xy skirt. She was so shocked that she fell down as she walked downstairs."

Diana was astonished. "Antonette sat on Brian's l.a.p with a skirt on?"

The servants wanted Diana and their master to be together, but Antonette had been taking her place. They started to complain bitterly to Diana about their suffering and what they saw in Brian's study. So, many stories came to Diana at the same time.

They even described Antonette's expression when she sat on Brian's table wearing various s.e.xy outfits. Diana was a smart girl and could tell that some of their stories might be made up. But the stories were too consistent in nature, and there had to be some truth to it. She felt hurt by the idea that Antonette was acting this way. Was she jealous that Antonette acted like that with Brian?

After leaving the villa that day, Diana's mind was full of doubts. She couldn't concentrate on her study and read rather slowly. To punish herself for being so slow, Diana forced herself to stay at college for another two hours.

As it was a bit later than usual, Diana could only take a taxi to get to Brian's place. The villa was located in an area that few taxis would go to, so it took Diana a long time to catch a taxi.

It was dark by the time Diana arrived. She didn't want to be criticized by Brian, so she rushed to go and prepare the medicine for him. Seeing her, the servants anxiously stopped her. "Take it easy. Miss Anderson. The master is sleeping."

Brian often stayed up late. But today he was asleep before 10 pm?

Reaching the second floor, Diana smelt a strong scent. She didn't pay much attention to it at first. But the smell got stronger as she got closer to the bedroom. Diana recognized it was alcohol. A question appeared in her mind: Who drank so much alcohol?

"Oh well, it's none of my business," thought Diana. When she reached the bedroom, she found that the door was open. The stench of alcohol poured out from within. Was Brian in there? Of course, it was him, who else would dare to go in his bedroom and leave such a smell?

Diana hadn't spoken to Brian since the incident in the restaurant. Knowing he was in the bedroom, Diana didn't want to go in. She wasn't prepared to serve a possibly drunk Brian.

She was just about to leave when a shadow moved in the room. Feeling curious, Diana opened the door slightly and saw Brian's clothes scattered on the rug and his belt beside them on the floor.

Diana thought the moving shadow must have been her illusion. When she reached out her hand to turn off the light, a familiar person rushed out and passed her.

Compared with the choking scent of alcohol, Antonette's was quite pleasing. Diana noticed Antonette's tears as she rushed out with her head down, running to the washroom.

Her high heels made a loud sound as she ran. Diana could clearly see the wrinkles on Antonette's skirt. And there was a big hole, enough for a hand to reach in on the back of Antonette's sweater.

Diana looked into the room. Brian was sleeping sweetly and quietly on the bed.

Diana felt a strong sense of sadness, but she held herself to run after Antonette. She should check out if Antonette was ok; that was the most important thing right now.

Antonette was huddled in the corner of the washroom. Seeing Diana walk in, Antonette cried louder. "Diana, I didn't expect that…"

Diana walked slowly to Antonette and squatted down beside her. She didn't know how to comfort Antonette. All Diana could do was pat her softly on the back. Antonette raised her head slowly and repeated, "I didn't know he would… I thought he was drunk and wanted to throw up. I wanted to help him, he…"

How could Brian do that?!