Bound Hearts: My Vows to My Disabled Spouse

Chapter 136 Plan On Stealing

Judy was outraged at the audacity of Driscoll, the old butler, trying to give her orders like some kind of boss. Who did he think he was?

Jayden, the man she was supposed to be serving, never asked her to do anything! Why was this old butler trying to tell her what to do? Who did he think he was, arranging work for her like that? Driscoll, observing Judy's reluctance, met her gaze with a steely stare. "Miss Foster, if you don't want to do this, you're free to return home. We have no room for servants who don't pull their weight around here." His words were cold and calculated.

Stung by his criticism, Judy's shoulders tensed. "I can do it. When did I ever refuse?" She snatched the broom from him, her grip tight as if to convey her anger through the bristles. Judy had never in her life done anything as menial as sweeping the floor. Treated like a princess since birth, she had been shielded from anything remotely resembling work, her every whim catered to.

Yet here she was, sweeping back and forth. The broom passed over the dust on the floor, but Judy's heart wasn't in it.

Driscoll watched Judy's ineffective sweeping with mounting frustration, his brows knitting into a disapproving scowl. As her attempts to clean continued to fall short, the butler's patience finally snapped. "If you On Stealing

can't clean the floor properly, you won't be eating lunch!" Driscoll declared, his tone firm and unyielding.

Stung by the threat, Judy's ire flared. "What do you mean? The floor is perfectly clean."

Driscoll's patience had worn thin, his anger simmering just below the surface. "Miss Foster, you

should return to your gilded cage. Clearly, you're not suited to being a servant," he spat.

Judy, seething with rage at the butler's blatant disrespect, forced < herself to swallow her pride and renewed her efforts, sweeping the floor with exaggerated care and precision.

with a stern but slightly more gentle tone. "I have other duties to

on the floor as Driscoll

left,

and began exploring Jayden's house, her curiosity piqued by a locked door. What secrets laid

the mysteries behind the locked door, her musings were interrupted by the approach of a vigilant

you doing

off-guard, Judy quickly composed herself. "Nothing. I'm just finishing up sweeping the floor." She gestured toward the broom in the corner,

extricated herself from

her surprise, swung open with little resistance, granting her uninhibited access to the private sanctuary of Jayden and Elyse. Without a

naughty, she confidently climbed onto Jayden's bed,

began to relish her moment of indulgence, a menacing roar shattered the

where

his anger palpable in every

quick thinking allowed her to escape the bedroom before he arrived. Upon confronting him, she donned an act of innocent bewilderment, asking, "What's wrong,

remained impassive, his rage palpable as he responded tersely, "Follow me. Mr. Owen wishes to speak

about the reason behind this unexpected summons, but Driscoll paid

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was confronted by a familiar face-the

the maid saw Judy, she pointed at her and cried out, "It's her! She was trying to get into Mr. Owen's collection room! She looked at

Judy was