Hiding Behind Her Superficiality by Kyla Olson

Mr. Wordsworth was sweating profusely now. “Of course not. Why would I…”

“Leave me alone then. I am the granddaughter of the Joneson Family, not a death row inmate,” Elspeth retorted.

It was not the first time she found him annoying, but she had completely lost control this time.

“Miss, please don’t make things hard for me. I am just a butler in the family. I only wish to do my job and support my family. Your actions are really pushing beyond my limits…”

She did not expect a man in his fifties would burst into tears in public.

Although his cries were not that loud, it was extremely embarrassing for her.

“Alright,” she said. “Enough. I won’t go. Stop crying. How can you cry in front of so many people when you’re at this age?”

Mr. Wordsworth finally heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing her comply. “Very well, Miss. I’ll send you home first.”

Home?

“Grandfather said I can go anywhere I want as long as I stay in Blaydal, right?” Elspeth deliberately asked as she stroked her chin.

Not comprehending what she was trying to say, he blankly nodded in response.

“That means he won’t do anything no matter how late I stay out, right?”

As if her words had completely blindsided him, he nodded once more.

“All right,” Elspeth said, standing up and tearing apart the ticket in her hand. “The ticket is destroyed. I won’t be going anywhere, so stop following me.”

Evidently, he was hesitant to believe her sudden change of heart. “You’re not lying, are you?”

“Of course not.”

Her biggest priority right now was calming him down. She could not directly bicker with him, and there was no way she would win in a fight against the many people he brought with him.

all, I’ll be heading back first.” There was a look of appreciation on his face like she was his daughter who had

seemed like she was an

her, he felt like

have dragged her back to the Joneson

hospital, she found Frank in his bed, watching a soccer match. “Were you the one who tattled, Frank?” she coldly asked, standing in the

accused of a crime like that by

admitting to your crime?” she

Frank sighed, exasperated. “Why are you throwing a tantrum now? You want

you want a helicopter? Let me guess; you were going to Damoria to look for Callum, but old Mr.

Elspeth chuckled. “You’re smart.”

the brave soul, Elspeth. You know just how close of an eye he’s keeping on

It was too dangerous and

up my mind. No one can

on earth you took after,” he said, sighing. “You’re so stubborn, always committing to

gentle soul who was often the mediator of the town. She likely inherited her temper

borrow

with a smile. “Grandfather forbade me from going back to Damoria, but I’m not always supervised. When asked about the helicopter, just say that Spencer borrowed it. If Grandfather asks

could have

that plan did not sit easily with him. “What

“You don’t know where I am, but you know I’ll be back in the evening. I’ll try to get back as soon as possible to avoid

old Mr. Joneson, but he was not really nervous. Instead, weirdly enough, he was more excited

He nodded in agreement.

at Spencer’s place. Thus, she headed

his home. “Frank told me everything over

a long time since I was there. I miss

yourself,” he said with a chuckle. “I know you’re doing

“That’s right,” she replied, smiling. “After all, a day

at the leaves on the ground the

helicopter, she got ready