Chapter 1222 How Heartless...

Bianca gave the chattering caretaker a side-eye. How dare a mere servant talk back to her? Property © .

Luke was not around, and she had no reason to put on her disguise. "Shut up," she said.

The caretaker was shocked when she realized that she had spoken too much. "Sorry, Madam," she said while nodding.

She knew that she was only a servant in the household, and she should not have meddled in her employers' affairs, but she could not bear to see Bianca being so sad and aggrieved. She did not expect that Bianca did not want her pity.

The caretaker glanced at the flask and said, "Madam, the cook prepared some clear broth for you. Do you want it now?" "No. I don't want to eat anything," Bianca refused the caretaker's offer without hesitation. She tried to reach into her pocket, but she realized that she was wearing only a hospital gown. "Where's my phone?" She asked.

"It's in the drawer." The caretaker took out Bianca's phone from the drawer and handed it to her.

Bianca felt a lot better after being rehydrated by the saline drip. It was boring in the hospital, so Bianca used her phone to make a call. "I'm in the hospital now. Come and accompany me."

The voice of a woman could be heard on the other end of the phone. "Huh?

What happened to you?" "I have a high fever. Come over here quickly. I'm bored to death." Bianca dared to make that call in front of the caretaker because the other party was a woman. Bianca even put the call on speaker so that the caretaker could listen to the conversation.

"But I have to go to work..." the woman on the other end of the call hesitated. She was not pampered like Bianca, so she did not agree to it straight away.

"Screw work. Take the day off. It's not like you're getting paid less if you work less," Bianca retorted impatiently.

The woman's name was Grace Sheppard. She was a sales clerk that Bianca had befriended when she was shopping, 1

Grace bit her lip. She hated how Bianca spoke to her, but she could not tell that to Bianca.

After all, Bianca provided her with a lot of benefits. She was willing to be Bianca's lackey, despite what other people thought about her.

"You'd better come quickly. Otherwise, I won't want to be friends with you anymore." Bianca could tell that Grace was hesitating, so she gave her an ultimatum.

Bianca did not have many friends. She would either go shopping or cafehopping alone, or she would invite Grace to come along with her.

She was not fond of mingling with the other ladies in the same social class. Those people did not want to associate with her because of her past.

Abel's plan involved getting Luke to know that his woman had been violated by other men. Given a choice, Bianca would never want that to happen to her.

Because of that, other socialites thought that she was not qualified to be Luke's wife. She was relentlessly bullied while Luke seemed unaffected.

That was why Bianca hated those socialites who thought too highly of themselves.

"Alright, I'll let my manager know about it before I go over. Right, have you had breakfast? Should I bring something for you to eat?" Grace asked. She did not mind spending some money on Bianca. After all, her returns would be many times greater if she made Bianca happy.

"Nah. I don't have the appetite." Bianca only wanted Grace to come over so she had someone to chat with.

"Alright, see you soon.” "See you," Bianca said happily and ended the call.

She looked at the caretaker, who seemed to be at a loss, and frowned. "My friend will be coming over soon. Go downstairs and buy some fruits and cupcakes for her. We wouldn't want her to think that we're stingy."

The caretaker nodded, though she was thinking, 'Fruits and cupcakes?

Does she plan to hold a tea party in the hospital?’

However, she could only do what she was told.

After the caretaker left, Bianca glanced impatiently at the saline drip. There was half a bottle left.

It was a bother to be hooked to the drip, but she could not remove it.

She had fallen sick last night, but Luke only tended to her for a while before returning to the study. Earlier, he had sent her to the hospital, but he left for work soon after that. Other people would think that he was only a relative and not her husband.

'How heartless...'

Half an hour later, Grace arrived at the hospital. She had told her manager that Bianca wanted her to take the day off, and the manager did not ask her any further questions.

After all, Bianca was a regular customer in the store. If Grace were good friends with Bianca, she would come to shop more often, and the manager would benefit from the increased sales.

"How did you fall sick all of a sudden?" Grace asked after she entered the room. Bianca’s face was pale, and she did not look like she was pretending to be sick.

"I probably caught a cold," Bianca said. She did not tell Grace about the pill.

"What did the doctor say?" Grace continued to show her concern.

"I don't know what the doctor told my husband. In any case, it's so boring staying here all by myself. Right, there are some cut fruit and cupcakes for you. Help yourself," Bianca said generously.

She had considered inviting Grace to Crawford Manor to be a guest so that she could flaunt her generosity. She imagined Grace's admiration toward her wealth would satisfy her vanity.

She did not do so because she knew that Old Master Crawford would not like it.

After all, Old Master Crawford was a modest person. It would be very embarrassing if Old Master Crawford scolded her in front of her guest.

Moreover, the people of the Crawford household seemed to detest strangers visiting.

According to one of the caretakers, Luke's mother had conspired with an outsider to rob their house, getting Thea injured in the process. That was why Old Master Crawford did not like strangers in his house.

After remembering that Luke had sent his mother to prison, Bianca dropped the idea.

Grace was only a typical wage-earner who could only dream of wealth and fortune. What if she conspired with a thief to steal from Crawford Manor and implicated her?

"Wow, thanks so much! I haven't had breakfast yet," Grace smiled and said. She sat down on the couch and looked at the cupcakes served on a plate." Did you buy these cupcakes at the hospital cafeteria?" She asked.

She thought that Bianca would have prepared something more exclusive for her, but the cupcakes seemed very plain.

"Is that so?" Bianca knew that the caretaker had returned with a paper bag. The packaging looked decent, so she thought that the caretaker had gotten something better.

"Did you buy those at the cafeteria?" She asked.

The caretaker nodded. "Sir wants me to take your temperature every half an hour. I was worried that I won't be able to take care of you if I went too far."