My Bratty Wife
Chapter 83 - Eighty Three

Chapter 83: Chapter Eighty Three

As Suzy was about to take her first bite, the kitchen door burst open, revealing Senna, her face flushed with anger.

"Who gave you permission to prepare food for this nobody?" she demanded, her voice echoing through the kitchen. "This is an insult to the Countess authority and this offense won’t go unpunished!"

The kitchen staff froze, their eyes darting between Suzy and Senna.

Suzy ignored her, taking a bite of her French toast. She wasn’t going to let Senna ruin her meal.

Senna, enraged by Suzy’s indifference, stormed towards her and attempted to knock the plate from Suzy’s hands. But Suzy was quick, grabbing Senna’s wrist to prevent her from causing any damage.

"How dare you touch my food," Suzy said, her voice low and dangerous. "Food I made with my hands. Are you mad?"

Senna struggled to free her wrist, her face contorted with anger. But Suzy’s grip was firm, and she couldn’t break free.

"Let go of me!" Senna demanded, her voice rising.

Suzy ignored her, her focus on maintaining her grip. "I’m not your toy," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "You can’t just play with me and discard me when you’re tired of me. What is your problem with me?"

Senna’s eyes narrowed, her anger intensifying. "You’re nothing but a nobody," she spat, her voice laced with venom. "An incomplete thing posing as a member this family."

Suzy’s blood boiled. She had endured enough of Senna’s insults. "One more insult out of your mouth," she warned, her voice low and dangerous, "and I’ll break it for you."

"Let me go!" Senna demanded again.

With a swift movement, she released Senna’s wrist, sending the other woman stumbling backward. Senna rubbed her wrist, a look of disbelief on her face.

Suzy turned to the kitchen staff, who were watching the exchange with wide eyes. "Continue with your work," she said, her voice authoritative. "Ignore her."

The staff nodded, their eyes filled with admiration as they continued their work.

Suzy turned back to her breakfast, her appetite momentarily lost. She couldn’t believe the audacity of Senna, the way she treated her like a mere servant. She had to put her in her place, once and for all.

"You’re a guest in this house," Suzy said, her voice cold and calculated. "Behave like one, or you’ll find yourself out on the street."

Picking up her plate of food, Suzy turned to leave. "Your presence makes me want to spit out my food, I might as well go to my room and I suggest you do the same," she said, her voice cold. "Or you might find yourself spending the rest of your stay in the kitchen, washing dishes."

With that, she walked out of the kitchen, leaving Senna alone with her thoughts.

——————-

Senna stormed into Countess Helene’s room, her face flushed with anger. "Aunt, you won’t believe what Cassandra did!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with indignation.

Countess Helene, engrossed in her book, looked up, her expression indifferent. "What now, what has she done now, Senna?" she asked, her voice dripping with boredom.

"She humiliated me in front of the kitchen staff," Senna continued, her voice rising. "She made me look like a fool."

Countess Helene raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" she replied, her voice laced with amusement. "I’m surprised as to how she even has the courage to go against me."

Senna ignored her aunt’s sarcasm. "She dared to eat without your permission and even insulted me." She continued, her anger growing.

Countess Helene’s face turned cold. "She ate?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. "Who disobeyed my orders and gave her food?"

Senna replied, her voice rising in pitch. "She dared to cook her own breakfast as if she did nothing wrong, and when I tried to stop her, she actually touched me aunt. She held my wrist. I don’t where she got that strength, she has always been timid and fragile, I don’t know what happened."

Countess Helene’s face darkened. "How did she have the knowledge to cook?"She asked, her voice low and dangerous. " And she dared touched you?"

Senna nodded, her eyes filled with anger.

A wave of anger washed over her. How dare Cassandra defy her authority? She had made it clear that Cassandra was to be punished, yet someone had gone against her wishes.

Countess Helene’s face turned cold. "That insolent girl," she muttered, her voice filled with venom. "She’s getting out of hand."

Without a word, Countess Helene stood up, her demeanor changing from indifferent to menacing. She reached for the whip that hung on the wall, her hand trembling slightly with rage.

"I won’t tolerate this insolence. Come with me, Senna." she said, her voice low and menacing.

Senna nodded, her heart filled with a sense of satisfaction. She knew what was coming next. Her aunt was about to unleash her wrath on Suzy, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Her aunt was finally going to teach Suzy a lesson.

As they walked down the corridor, their footsteps echoing through the silent house, Senna couldn’t help but feel a sense of triumph. She had finally found a way to get back at Suzy, and she was determined to make her pay. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Suzy’s face when her aunt punished her.

————-

Suzy was enjoying her meal, lost in thought, when a hand reached out and snatched her plate from her grasp. Startled, she turned to see Countess Helene standing over her, her face contorted with anger. Behind her, Senna stood with a smug smirk, her triumph evident.

Suzy paused, her fork mid-air. What was going on now?

"What do you think you’re doing?" Countess Helene demanded, her voice dripping with venom.

Suzy was taken aback by the sudden outburst. "I was eating," she replied calmly, trying to maintain her composure.

Senna, standing behind her aunt, smirked. "As if you deserve to eat," she sneered.

Suzy ignored her, her focus on Countess Helene. "If you have a problem with me eating, perhaps you should remove the food," she said, her voice steady.

The plate was dropped to the floor, the clatter of porcelain echoing through the room.

"How dare you?" Countess Helene hissed, her voice filled with venom.

Suzy remained calm, her gaze unwavering. "What seems to be the problem? I didn’t know Senna would call for reinforcement." she said, her voice steady.

Senna, unable to contain her glee, stepped forward. "Aunt, she’s being disrespectful," she said, her voice dripping with false sympathy.

Suzy looked at Senna with a mixture of contempt and pity. "Is that so?" she replied, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Don’t you have better things to do like learning to play the piano, embroidery or even looking for a suitor I’m sure they are eligible young men for you, why do you just want to waste your life troubling me? Will that make you feel better? Will you..."

Countess Helene’s anger flared. Without warning, she raised her hand and slapped Suzy across the face. The sting of the blow was immediate, and a wave of shock washed over Suzy.

Suzy’s anger surged, but she managed to keep her calm. "You’ve gone too far," she said, her voice low and dangerous.

Countess Helene smirked. "Oh, I’m just getting started," she replied, her voice dripping with malice.

She turned to the servants, her voice cold and commanding. "Hold her down," she ordered.

Two of the servants stepped forward, their faces etched with fear and reluctance. Suzy struggled against their grip, her anger fueling her strength.

"Don’t touch me!" she shouted, her voice filled with defiance. But her efforts were futile. The servants were stronger, and they managed to restrain her.

Countess Helene raised the whip, the leather snapping through the air. Suzy braced herself for the impact, her eyes filled with defiance.

The sting of the whip cracked through the air, the leather biting into her skin. She screamed, her body writhing in pain. Doris, hearing the commotion, rushed to find out what was happening. Upon seeing the horrific scene, she ran to get Noah.

Noah, alerted by Doris, burst into the room, his face etched with fury. Without hesitation, he positioned himself between the Countess and Suzy, taking the remaining blows meant for her. His large frame shielded Suzy from further harm.

Countess Helene was taken aback by Noah’s sudden appearance. "Who are you?" she demanded as she stopped whipping, her voice laced with anger.

Noah stood tall, his face impassive. "I’m Noah, guard of Her Grace," he replied, his voice low and menacing. "His Grace instructed me to protect the Duchess from harm, both external and internal."

A flashback of Ryan’s words flashed through his mind. "Protect her," Ryan had said, his voice filled with concern. "I don’t trust them."

Noah continued, his voice unwavering. "I don’t think the Duke will be thrilled to see bruises on his wife’s back."

Suzy, who had been struggling to break free from the servants’ grip, finally collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath. Her body ached and weakened.

"If you’re finished with your display of cruelty," she managed to say, her voice weak but filled with defiance. "Perhaps you should leave."

Countess Helene and Senna exchanged a glance, their faces a mask of fury.

Still trembling from the ordeal, she managed to sit up. "Get out," she said to the Countess and Senna, her voice barely a whisper.

With one last glare at Suzy, they turned and left the room, slamming the door behind them.

Suzy collapsed on the bed, her body trembling. The pain was excruciating as She leaned against Doris, her body still trembling.

"It’s okay, Milady," Doris said, her voice soft. "You’re safe now."