The next morning, Jessica was in her room embracing Caspian softly as he breathed smoothly into her hands. Caspian had decided not to sleep in his room alone, so he insisted on sleeping in his mother's room.
Waking up from the bed, Jessica stood up, got on her wheelchair, and went to do the chores, which she feels joy in doing every morning. Ideally, hazel was supposed to be in the chicken, probably with the other house helps, but she wasn't.
When Jessica went to the kitchen, she noticed hazel wasn't there. It was another chef doing the cooking, and this chef was a new one; she haven't for once seen this specific face in the mansion. It was her first time seeing this lady.
"Hi, who are you, please?" Jessica asked, politely and a little bit confused, her gaze fixed on the newly employed chef.
The maid turned and looked at Jessica weirdly. She didn't notice at first that someone was standing behind her; neither did she know who Jessica was. "Excuse me, please, who are you?" The new chef asked, repeating the question to Jessica.
"Oooh, she's the new maid, and also a chef in charge of the the cooking in this house now," Isabella voice cut in, as she walked into the kitchen with folded arms around her chest, staring at Jessica with a taunting sarcastic smile.
"Then where is hazel?" Jessica asked. She knew that hazel was the specific woman fixed and had been in charge of the Kitchen and anything that involve cooking in the house, and now that a new person was here, it could only mean one thing. Could hazel be fired as Isabelle demanded?
"Oooh, that old witch," Isabel laughed sarcastically, covering her mouth. "Well, she was sacked. I think I promised you yesterday that she will be send parking out of this house," Isabella broke the news, with a smirk.
Jessica was heart broken. Hazel wasn't just like a cook to her; she was just like a mother. Jessica hardly knew her mother since she was born. Infact, she grew up without a mother, and Hazel had been there throughout. Now sacking her without Jessica noticed made Jessica so infuriated, feeling as if she should strangle Isabella, hard. It was all Isabella doing, and Jessica was so angry about that.
"What do you mean, are you all insane? Why didn't you inform me before making such a decision?" Jessica yelled at Isabella, her face fumed, brow furrowed, her hands clenching heard on her wheelchair handle.
Listening to what Jessica said, Isabella lends out a sarcastic laughter. "See who's talking. You are nothing in this family. You are just like a trash, a burden, that's about to be thrown into a bin. And you're raising your voice at me? I thinking you would try to stand and slap me or something , you disabled cripple," Isabella insulted, her lips raised in a mocking smirk that made Jessica's heart swell in anger.
Jessica was so angry by her words that she didn't know when her body began trembling. "Do you want to slap me, huh? Come, give it a try if you can," Isabella said, walking pass Jessica.