Richard came in carrying Emily. She kept her head down and leaned into his chest like she would break if anyone touched her. On the other hand, the little Bryan ran into the room and kicked me hard.
“You bad woman! You hit my mom! You’re a bad woman!”
Emily tried to stop him and struggled to get out of Richard’s arms.
“Bryan, don’t be rude. Say sorry to Mama Harriet.”
‘Mama Harriet?’ I thought to myself, wanting to puke at the mention of it.
Richard held her tightly as he gently told Emily, “Don’t move. You’re still hurt.”
After calming her down, he looked at me and said in a cold voice, like it was just a fact, “Emily and the child will live here from now on.”
The servants all heard him. All of them lowered their heads as they quietly glanced at each other. His words made it clear.
Richard didn’t care about me anymore.
I brushed the dirt off my pants where Bryan had kicked me, stood up and asked, “If they’re living here, then where am I supposed to live?”
He frowned and sounded impatient as he answered, “Don’t make a scene.”
After that, he said, "Talking too much will only embarrass you."
I asked again, “Really? But isn’t bringing your mistress into this house what’s really embarrassing?”