Silly Bride

Chapter 382

was not an accident.At the time, when Xavier was leaving the Fairchild residence with Winnie, they were hit by a car arranged by Zyon.Neither he nor Winnie suffered any severe injuries, but the driver in front sustained serious wounds.Walter was almost at death’s door when he was rushed to the hospital. The emergency rescue efforts were in vain, as he succumbed to his injuries and passed away in his forties.Xavier recalled how he had offered a million to the driver’s family and even supported his daughter’s college education. The young woman standing before him, Abigail, was the very same girl who had benefited from his sponsorship.The Shasnow family might have received a million from him, but the money could never bring Walter to life again.That was why Xavier still felt guilty about Walter and his family.He glanced at Abigail and asked, “Why did you come here to work? Is it because you don’t have enough money?”“No.” Abigail quickly shook her head. “I have enough money, but I’ve grown up and am now an adult, and it’s time for me to work and make ends meet with my own strength. I asked the butler to arrange a job for me. He even praised me for being diligent, Mr. Fairchild.”Xavier merely hummed in response, as he was not interested in her life story. “You can go now. It’s getting late.”“Okay. You too, Mr. Fairchild.”Xavier said nothing after that. He turned around and walked back the way he came.Abigail’s heart skipped a beat when he walked past her.She had never thought being near Xavier would make her feel this way.The tobacco smell on other guys would make her feel sick, but not Xavier. He had a distinct smell that perfectly matched his voice, his towering physique, and his stunning appearance.Abigail stood there, staring at his back until he disappeared.Once Xavier left, Abigail sat on the seat where Xavier had sat earlier and discovered the lighter he had accidentally left on the bench.She quickly picked up the lighter and looked at it over and again.Abigail sat alone on the bench for some time before returning to her room.At Lagune Mansion, maids like Abigail would have to share a room with another maid, and her roommate was someone a few years her senior.Upon noticing the radiance on her face, her roommate could not help but ask, “I thought you said you were going after a thief? Why do you look so happy? Did you find money or something?”“I didn’t find any money, but I found a treasure.” Abigail presented the lighter as if it was a treasure to her roommate. “Look, isn’t this a treasure?”Her roommate took the lighter from Abigail’s hand and studied it. Her eyes lit up. “This is truly a work of art! I think it’s branded, so it must be quite valuable. But you should locate the owner and return it to them.”“I know who lost it,” Abigail responded with a smug look on her face.“Oh, make sure you return the lighter to the owner, then,” the roommate advised.“Of course. I really look forward to seeing him again. By the way, do you remember what I told you last time?” Abigail asked.“What was it? We talk so much every day. Give me a hint about which one you’re referring to.” “I said rich people will always get tired of their partners eventually,” Abigail said as she carefully kept away the lighter. “Mr. Fairchild might be putting up a front and acting supportive now that Mrs. Fairchild is blind, but it’s only a matter of time before he starts to feel resentful or finds her disgusting.”Her roommate frowned deeply. “Not again. I remember telling you to focus on your job here and not talk nonsense.”“I’m not talking nonsense!” Abigail raised her chin. “Guess who I bumped into in the garden just now?”“Who?”“Mr. Fairchild!” Abigail exclaimed. “It’s the middle of the night, and all the lights in the mansion are off, but he came out alone to smoke in the backyard. He smoked more than half a pack. There must be some issues in their relationship.”Her roommate came to her senses. “So the light we saw from the window of our room was Mr. Fairchild’s cigarette? And this lighter is his too?”“Yes, he accidentally dropped it on the bench, and I picked it up. I’ll find a chance to return it to him,” Abigail said, chuckling. “Can I borrow that branded makeup product of yours? I want to look good when I see him. Do you think I should wear pumpkin-colored lipstick, or should I go with strawberry red?”Abigail’s words rendered her roommate speechless. “Are you crazy? Do you know what you’re doing? Even if something happens between Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild, it is not your place to interfere.”“I’m not interfering with anything. Don’t be so harsh with your words. Can’t I dress up nicely as a sign of respect to Mr. Fairchild? Do you want me to look disheveled before him?” Abigail argued.“Go ahead and do what you want, but I don’t have any lipstick to lend you. You know my contract is ending tomorrow, and I’m leaving