Evelyn frowned, and she heard the harsh and shrill screams before she could respond.
"Blood-"
She saw that Amelia scratched her forehead with the blood dropping down.
Suddenly, all the people around were screaming in shock.
Seeing that, Evelyn looked solemn but casual as before.
She did not expect that she was so powerful that Amelia not only fell down, but also was hurt.
Before she could take some actions, the maid of Amelia outside the door who had heard the screams, rushed in hurriedly.
When she saw Amelia who was injured and was sitting on the ground, she pointed at Evelyn angrily and said, "Young hostess, how can you beat Miss Morgan?"
Evelyn frowned and was about to explain, but before she could say a word, she was interrupted by Amelia.
"Clara, stop. She didn't mean it."
Hearing her words, Clara took a breath and said, "Miss Morgan, you are bleeding."
Evelyn listened to their conversation, pursing her lips.
She naturally knew that it was not sincere for Amelia to help her at this time. She might have other plans.
But it was an indisputable fact that she was injured because of her. Anyway, she had to deal with this matter well.
"Is it useful to say that now? Since you know that Miss Morgan is injured and bleeding, why don't you take the medical bag here and bind up her wound hurriedly?"
She glanced at Clara and said coldly.
Clara subconsciously obeyed the orders, but was secretly held by Amelia.
"No, I'll go back and bind up it by myself."
As she said, she did not forget to make eye contacts with Clara.
Clara understood her meaning, and immediately sneered, "It is true that you beat Miss Morgan first and then you pretend to be worried about her wound and let me bind up the wound quickly. But Miss dare not accept your kindness. Miss Morgan, let's go."
She helped Amelia to leave away.
As they left, the servants in the courtyard whispered.
"It seems that this young hostess has a bed temper. We should be careful in the future."
"You are right. Well, originally, I think I have found a good master."
"It is really true that earning money in such a rich family is not so easy. I hope that the future will be better, or I have to find a new job."
Hearing their words, Evelyn looked upset.
A moment ago, she had thought that the reason for Amelia to pretend to be weak was that she had other plans. Now when she heard these words, she realized what was her other plans
She wanted to destroy her image in front of the new servants.
Thinking that, she glanced at the careful servants in front of her.
Perceiving her eyes, the servants, one by one, were too frightened to breathe and they all looked submissive.
"Okay, you can go to your own posts according to the arrangement just now. Now you can leave here and do your own business."
As a result, the servants left the yard like birds and beasts. Seeing that, Evelyn was uncomfortable but she said nothing and turned around to return her room.
At this time, Amelia had come back to her room and Clara was binding up her wound.
Stimulated by alcohol, she was too painful to take a deep breath.
"Miss Morgan, why didn't you let me blame her just now but suffered the pain?"
Looking at her grinning her teeth to tolerate the pain, Clara was distressed, but also full of puzzlement.
"You don't understand that. Clean up the wound."
Amelia looked at Clara with her angry eyes.
She couldn't let Evelyn, the bitch, go. It was just because she had learned a lesson from the experience before.
Just now, if she had made a scene, Evelyn, that bitch would just be scolded but not suffer any pain.
She had planned that since Lucas stuck up for the bitch at any time, she would slowly ruin Lucas' protection for the bitch.
If only once didn't work, She would try one more time. As time went by, Lucas, finally, couldn't stand it and have doubts about her.
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