Chapter 62
Chapter 62 Do as I Say
“Even if Amy comes, you still won’t leave?” Finley asked.
Amy is coming? Samantha asked, puzzled, “What do you mean by that?”
His gaze fixed on her. “I mean, I sent someone this morning to bring her up the mountain. In other words, my legitimate wife is coming, and you, as a substitute, can disappear from my sight.”
The term “substitute” hurt Samantha deeply. She clenched her fists by her sides. “If being with you means being a substitute, then that’s what I’ll be.”
Finley was left speechless. “But I don’t need a substitute! So, you can leave.”
Samantha frowned. “I’m not leaving. After a moment, she worried that he might not grasp her resolve. She added coldly, “No matter how you try to drive me away, I won’t leave. Even if Amy shows up, I’ll stay.”
Her persistence took him aback. “If you insist on this, you must stay as a maid.”
A maid? A bitter smile crossed her face. From being his wife to becoming a maid? Did he really think she would leave just because he demoted her? No, she wasn’t going anywhere.
Samantha looked at Finley carnestly. “No matter how you humiliate me or try to drive me away, if I say I won’t leave, I won’t. Even if it means being a maid, I’ll stay.”
Finley was left speechless. Without another word, he wheeled himself over to Daphne. “From now on, Samantha will be a maid in our household. Assign her all the household tasks. She’s no longer to be treated as the mistress of the family–she doesn’t deserve it.”
The last words struck Samantha like a blow. Clutching her chest, she watched Finley’s retreating figure and said coldly, “Finley, no matter how you treat me, I’m not leaving. I meant what I said.”
Daphne, standing between Finley and Samantha, was at a loss. She thought, Why can’t Mr. Dean appreciate someone as good as Mrs. Dean? Even if his time is short, he shouldn’t treat her this
way.
Daphne had a sinking feeling that if he changed his mind later, it might be too late. So, she said, “Mrs. Dean-
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Finley barked, “There’s no ‘Mrs. Dean‘ here. Take her to the maid’s room and maid’s clothes. From now on, she’s not allowed to appear before me without my permission.” With that, he wheeled into the living room.
Daphne glanced at Samantha, then at Finley. “Mr. Dean, if Mrs. Dean can’t be
His icy glare silenced her. “Do as I say.”
“But young master….
your wife…”
He snapped, “Did you not hear me? I said do it. If she can’t stand it, she can leave. I never d her to stay.”
Distressed by Finley’s harsh words, Sa