Love After Leaving: No Regret (Agnes and Raymond) novel Chapter 266

Chapter 266 Common Enemy

At that moment, a maid’s voice came from the door. “Mr. Duncan, you’re back.”

Monica, who had just been acting high and mighty, suddenly dropped to the floor and burst into tears.

“Ms. Foster, I just got here! I didn’t know the rules. I didn’t mean to…”

Duncan walked into the living room and saw Monica collapsed on the floor, crying miserably.

His brows furrowed as he stepped forward and helped her up.

“Monica, are you okay? What happened?”

Then he turned and saw Rebecca, covered in coffee stains, his frown deepening.

“What is going on here?”

Monica clung tightly to him, her voice trembling as she sobbed, “Duncan, it’s my fault. I accidentally spilled the coffee.

“I was going to clean it up, but… Ms. Foster scolded me for not knowing my place…

“She said that’s a maid’s job, told me I was overstepping, and said I wasn’t raised properly…”

As she spoke, she glanced at Duncan. Seeing the concern on his face, she cried even harder.

“Duncan, even though I grew up in a wealthy family, was raised with good manners.

“My parents taught me to treat everyone well. I’ve never mistreated staff or looked down on them…”

Her shoulders shook as she sobbed.

“Ms. Foster went too far. She said she was here first, that everyone here had to follow her rules.

“She even said… that servants are beneath us…”

Rebecca’s eyes were red, tears dripping silently onto the floor.

But from start to finish, she didn’t say a word in her defense.

The staff stood off to the side, too afraid to speak. Monica had already shot them a warning look.

They had seen enough to know she wasn’t someone to cross.

Duncan let out a quiet breath, irritation flickering in his chest.

Women are such a pain. They like to blow small things out of proportion.

Still, he kept his voice gentle.

“Monica, next time just let the staff handle it.”

He lifted her delicate wrist lightly.

“These hands are too pretty for that kind of work.”

Monica nodded obediently in his arms, her voice soft.

“Okay, Duncan. I’ll listen to whatever you say.”

Behind them, the staff quickly moved in to clean up.

Deep down, she knew Monica would pay for this.

She took a shower and slipped into a white silk nightgown.

Her hair fell over her shoulders, the faint scent of body wash lingering.

A knock came at the door.

She opened it and saw Duncan standing there, alone.

The moment the door opened, she caught a flicker in his eyes.

Rebecca lowered her gaze and adjusted her nightgown. “Do you need something?”

Duncan quickly looked away and cleared his throat.

“I wanted to check if you’re okay.”

“You know Monica can be a little difficult sometimes. Don’t take it to heart.”

Rebecca nodded quietly.

Duncan sighed, his voice low.

“She’s been through a lot lately. She’s not in a good place. Try not to hold it against her.”

Rebecca felt a wave of disgust but kept it to herself, only nodding again.

“And one more thing,” Duncan added, his tone shifting. “We have a common enemy. A common goal.”