“The way I heard it, Mr. Noah’s wife ditched him!”

…

Gianna was at the kitchen door, seething with rage.

She would’ve slapped each of them and sent them packing if this had happened in the past. However, she couldn’t do it now. She didn’t want Noah to think that she was mean to the servants. He might get mad at her.

All she could do was clench her fist, her nails digging into the flesh of her palm so hard that she drew blood.

After a brief moment, she wheeled herself out of there desperately and left the scene frantically.

One of the servants realized she was around and got unnerved. The other servant said boldly, “There’s nothing to be afraid of! She’s missing a foot. She can’t do anything to us.

“If she’s mean to us, then we’ll turn a deaf ear when she asks to be carried to the restroom. We’ll let her wet herself and stink to high heaven.”

The first servant covered her mouth and burst out laughing.

Both of these old servants made fun of Gianna behind her back.

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