Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 491

The old woman stumbled backward after Xavier yelled at her.

Her expression turned even more innocent.

She pointed at her ear, then pointed at the bucket, pantomiming the motion of a mop.

"I-I was mopping! I'm sorry! Just mopping!"

Xavier trembled with unadulterated rage.

He looked down at his soaked attire—there wasn't a single dry spot on him, and dirty water was still dripping from his collar.

Dirty water had flooded his leather shoes, squelching disgustingly with every agonizing movement.

He hadn't brought a secretary, meaning he had absolutely no one to direct his wrath at.

He wanted to curse her out, but the old woman stood there clutching her bucket.

Bowing repeatedly, she continually mumbled, "I'm so sorry, sir. I'm sorry."

She looked incredibly pitiful. Down the hall, a few corporate secretaries were peeking out, desperately trying to suppress their laughter.

As a high-ranking executive, he couldn't publicly wage war against a frail old woman.

Yet he was so furious his face had changed colors, and he still had to pretend to be magnanimous.

"It's fine. You didn't do it on purpose. Just watch where you're going next time. Now leave."

After the old woman scurried away with her bucket.

Xavier gritted his teeth, pulling his phone from his pocket. The screen was plastered with grime, but thankfully, it still worked.

He briskly walked toward the restroom, leaving a trail of wet, muddy footprints in his wake.

Madeline stood in the tearoom, witnessing the entire spectacle.

She didn't laugh—at least, not outwardly.

But a bright gleam sparkled in her eyes, as if she had finally exhaled a breath she'd been holding for a lifetime.

She recognized the cleaner.

Her last name was Clark, and the villagers called her Mabel. She used to live next door to Madeline's grandmother.

Mabel's husband had passed away over a decade ago. Childless, she survived entirely on welfare back in the village.

She used to visit Grandma's house constantly and always slipped Madeline extra food.

Right after Madeline had established her footing at the company, logistics needed a cleaner, so she had asked Mabel to give it a try.

The old woman was still spry, didn't talk much, and worked diligently cleaning the top floor.

The last time Xavier York had visited her at the company, Mabel was mopping the hallway.