His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 196: Chicken-Brained Human.

Chapter 196: Chicken-Brained Human.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!!!"

A demanding scream ran out from the kitchen. Hannah and the whole staff in the house left all they were attending to and ran to the kitchen.

Getting there, Hannah panicked when she saw tears rolling down her daughter’s face. Her countenance changed and with that face on, Nancy knew this would be the end of her era as a nanny in the house.

"What happened to my daughter?" Hannah screamed, frantically rushing toward her daughter.

Raquel cried more when her mother approached her. The old nanny tried looking for a place to hide, away from the mad daughter and duo fury but sadly, there was none.

The other maids also backed away and hid behind her.

"What happened here?" Hannah asked sternly. Her eyes scanned the maids around, waiting for one to speak up and explained what happened to her precious daughter.

The maids would have spoken up but they knew better than to speak up first. The speaker always receives the first slap. So as usual, they waited for Nancy to speak up.

The old woman seem to have had enough as she also just stood there and stared at the mistresses of the house with sad eyes.

"Mother!!!" Raquel cried out, staring at her palm.

The maids who were previously in the kitchen with her turned to Raquel, wondering why she was putting on such an exaggerated act for just a minor kitchen accident.

Hannah bent down to her daughter. "What happened? Did you slip?" she asked softly as she searched around for anything that might cause her daughter to scream that way.

However, she saw none, and her brow creased in apprehension.

Raquel looked up at her mother, "My.. My palm," she choked.

"She bruised her palm while cutting the onions," Nancy finally stepped in. The spoilt attitude Raquel exuded was a heavy eyesore to her, "I told her not to but she forced herself in."

Raquel shot a hated glare toward Nancy, "You were supposed to prevent that." she yelled at the old lady, "Couldn’t you have taken the knife before it could scratch my skin?" she yelled further.

Nancy was dumbstruck by Raquel’s insensitive words. Not Nancy alone, but the whole maids in the kitchen. Even Hannah was surprised..no, she was embarrassed.

Hannah turned to the old lady, "You gave her onions to slice?"

"I’m sorry, it would never happen again," Nancy promised, bowing her head to the floor to show her loyalty.

No one would need an old lady as a house help and this place pays well. She can’t afford to lose her job over Raquel’s prolonged drama.

Hannah stared down at her daughter on the floor and back to Nancy, she said. "Complete the dinner. Raquel, let’s go to your room,"

She can’t blame the maids. She has warned Raquel times without number that the kitchen would never be meant for her but due to her obsession to be presentable in bearing a new title as a Mrs. Wyatt, she decided to dump her words come to play in the kitchen.

Now, she got the result. Just a minus scratch with the knife, an accident ninety percent of people in the kitchen experience was what her daughter experienced but she made a dramatic scene of it.

Even to Hannah, her mother, the action disgusted her. A toddler wouldn’t even scream much with that scratch but her daughter did. What an amazing woman she has as a daughter. She prided with embarrassed sarcasm.

Nancy stepped back in surprise, glad she wasn’t fired. She nodded humbly at Hannah before turning to the maids to join her in completing dinner.

Hannah took Raquel’s hand in hers and half dragged her embarrassing daughter out of the kitchen. If she hasn’t birthed this girl, she would not have believed this chicken-brained human came from her womb.

Climbing the staircase, Raquel took glances at her mother hoping she would speak about firing the maids who were in the kitchen with her.

Almost to her room and nothing was said, Raquel finally snapped, unable to keep her bitterness to herself anymore. "Why did you not fire the maids?"

Hannah let go of Raquel’s hand, "They did nothing,"

"What!!" Raquel eyes widened like the moon, "They just caused me a scratch on my body. Nicklaus might lose his interest in me. Can’t you see what they just did?"

Hannah stepped away from her daughter, "Nicklaus isn’t attracted to you. Isn’t his sudden marriage good proof? What else do you want as proof of that?"

"He loves me," Raquel cried, "The last time we met, I saw it in his eyes. The night at the auction, he stared deeply into my eyes,"

She went on, "Since you need proof, I think you should know this. He would divorce his wife soon_"

"Who told you that?" Hannah cut her off. Her daughter can not be saying heavy words like these.

Raquel turned haughty, "I know it. She keeps on being a whore, sleeping around with_"

Hannah used her palm to seize her daughter’s words by covering the girl’s mouth with it. She looked around to see if there was any staff in sight.

Though they work for her, she can’t risk it. She can’t afford to offend two powerful families at once. If her daughter’s words go out, she was sure about them turning to the slumps for shelter.

Her daughter would become the end of her.

Feeling downgraded, Raquel snatched her mother’s palm off her lips, "Let me speak," she commanded with unfiltered hate, "You caused all of these. I knew the Wyatt family, a long time ago, even before he dreamt about marriage. You were supposed to help me. That’s what parents do, help their children to achieve their goals in life but what do you do? Lazy around and give me non benefitting orders."

"Raquel?"

Pathetic tears began down Raquel’s face, "Maybe, if you and Father worked better, you would have been above the Lincolns in the business world and then if ever the Wyatt would be married for business sake, I would have been an option,"

Hannah’s mouth hung open in shock. She can’t believe that the daughter she birthed and pampered was the one sporting these words to her.

In all twenty-eight years of her life, she has never lifted a spoon and the same goes for her life financially. She has never worked out a dime as they don’t want to stress her. But now, the girl who has never worked a sweat out was who criticized their hard work over the years.

"You know what, just leave my life. I don’t want to see you ever again until I become Mrs. Wyatt. So, if you want to ever speak to me again, do all you can and make sure I secure that name," she threatened her mother with a pitiful expression.

Hannah’s expression broke. She never realized she was training a mental monster until this day.