Chapter 6 Being Called Upon

"She keeps badmouthing me and is a cunning person. I don't like her at all. You promised you'd always love me the most, so why are you choosing a morally corrupt maid over me?" Susan's voice whined from upstairs.

Thomas didn't respond right away. Susan continued, "You should kick that woman out and blacklist her from our family, so she can never come near us again!"

It was clear Thomas was reluctant. "We'll discuss this later. Give Amber a chance to prove herself. And don't bring this up again." His tone turned serious.

After that, silence fell from upstairs.

At this moment, I was infuriated.

Susan was clearly a two-faced bitch.

Here I was, worrying about what would happen if the truth came out and she went to jail. Yet, she was trying to kick me out of the house.

How could I have been so blind to trust her?

In a fit of anger, I threw the rag onto the table.

I had enough. I was ready to expose everything.

Just then, my father's bodyguard walked over.

Noticing his approach, I quickly picked up the rag and pretended to be diligently wiping the table.

The bodyguard came forward and snatched the rag from my hand. Then, he smiled as he helped me clean.

After a moment, he pulled out a small bottle from his pocket. "This is for you. I noticed you doing housework every day, so I prepared this hand cream especially for you."

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me. By the way, do you have a boyfriend?" the bodyguard asked shyly.

His question left me speechless, my mouth hanging open.

'Wait… could it be that my father's bodyguard has feelings for me? What's going on in this world?'

…

As night fell, I paced around in the dormitory.

I had imagined countless scenarios for exposing Susan's true colors, but I never anticipated this one.

Then, someone came to relay a message.

"Amber, Mr. Wrenn wants to see you."

'Oh God!' It felt like the world was crashing down on me. The thought of what awaited me now sent shivers down my spine.

I refused to go, hoping my father would understand my rejection after tonight. But two hours later, several bodyguards appeared and forcibly dragged me away.

"What are you doing? Let me go! Help! I'm being kidnapped!"

They dragged me to the door, where my father's bodyguard was waiting.

I looked at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for help.

Seeing my desperation, he instructed the other bodyguards to release me.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Mr. Wrenn wants to see you tonight and has even bought protection…" He didn't finish his sentence.

Then, with a determined expression, he added, "If you don't want to go, just tell me. I'll take you away, even if it costs me my job. Are you willing to leave with me?"

Goosebumps rose all over my skin.

Of course, I didn't want to go with him! I was only in my early twenties, while the bodyguard looked much older.

"I think… you could be my…" I stopped myself, swallowing the rest of those hurtful words.

"Mr. Wrenn is waiting for you. He wants to see you now."

Despite my struggles, I was taken upstairs. The bodyguard pushed me into my father's room.

As soon as I entered, I collapsed to my knees by the door.

"Dad!" I cried.