Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 130

After returning home, the more Lydia thought about it, the angrier she became. She could only treat He

Ting a s a punching bag and scold her.

He Ting knew that her status was humble, and judging from the fingerprints on Lydia's face, she must

have been depressed after being beaten. If being scolded by her could cool her down, He Ting was

willing to accept it.

Godfrey finished playing the cards and returned home. Lydia was in a rage. He felt a little strange that

there was an additional person in the house.

When he saw the redness on Lydia's face, he mistakenly thought that it was He Ting who hit her. H e

said angrily, "Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

"I'm a servant invited back by Samuel" He Ting said.

Servant?

In such a big house, it was understandable to hire a servant. However, she dared to hit the master. She

was too arrogant.

"Lydia, how are you? Did she hit you?" Godfrey asked with concern.

"So what if she hit me? Do you, a loser, dare to avenge me?" Lydia was still angry in her heart. Her

mind was

full of Gina’s look, and she spoke without thinking.

After hearing this, Godfrey walked up to He Ting and gave her a slap in the face.

"You're just a servant. How dare you beat the master! Get out of here right now!" Godfrey scolded

angrily.

He Ting, who had suffered an unexpected disaster, covered her burning cheek and said, "I didn't hit

her. Sister John, why would you wrong me?" 4

Lydia did not expect Godfrey would hit her, but he had already hit her. Besides, she was just a servant.

What could she do?

"If you can't stand it, you can go away now. Our family doesn't need you," Lydia said.

This opportunity was given by Samuel, and He Ting cherished it very much. And now she had no time

and opportunity to find a second job. It would soon be the time to pay for her daughter's living

expenses. He Ting could only swallow her anger for her daughter.

"I'm going to cook," He Ting said.

"You're so cheap." Lydia scolded her disdainfully. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Seeing He Ting walking toward the kitchen, Godfrey stepped forward, grabbed He Ting's shoulder, and

said, "I asked you to get out of my house now. Don't you understand?"

He Ting said with tears in her eyes, "I didn't hit her. I just want to make a living."

"You didn't hit her. Did the wound on her face fall from the sky?" Godfrey said coldly.

Lydia sat on the sofa, crossing her legs as if it had nothing to do with her.

It was rare for Godfrey to act like a man, so she didn't want to explain so much. Moreover, He Ting was

brought back by Samuel. She didn't accept it at all. If Godfrey drove her away, it would be a good thing.

He Ting shook her head, not knowing how to explain.

Godfrey pushed He Ting and said impatiently, "Get out of here. Don't let me see you."

He Ting fell to the ground and wiped her tears silently. She knew that Samuel would definitely let her

stay. But in this way, it would make it very difficult for him. Although work was important, but Samuel

had saved her, she did not want to make things difficult for him.

"I'm sorry," He Ting said. Then she stood up and went back to her room to pack her things. 1

At this time, Samuel, who was picking Yvonne after work, returned home.

On the way home, Samuel told Yvonne about He Ting's situation. Yvonne had no objection. Samuel

had cooked for their family for three years, which was enough. It was reasonable to hire a servant to

share the burden of this matter.

"Where is Auntie He?" Yvonne walked into the living room, only to see Lydia and Godfrey, and asked in

confusion.

Godfrey looked at Samuel coldly and said, "Samuel, the woman you invited is really powerful. She

even dared to beat your mother."

Hearing this, Samuel frowned. He knew very well what kind of person He Ting was. How could she hit

Lydia? Even if Lydia was against her maliciously, with He Ting's temper, she would definitely swallow

the insult silently.

"No, Auntie He would not hit people," Samuel said firmly. 2

"Look at the wound on your mother's face. If it wasn't her, who else could it be?" Godfrey said.

Yvonne saw the bruises on Lydia's face. Her fingers were indeed swollen, but on the way back, He

Ting, whom Samuel had described to her, should not have done such a thing.

"Mom, what's going on? Why did she hit you?" Yvonne asked.

Since the matter had come to this point, Lydia could only accuse He Ting. She said, "I am the one who

was beaten. Instead of asking her, you asked me. How would I know?"

Samuel walked towards He Ting's room.