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.

look of appreciation on

seemed like she was an obedient

he was busy searching everywhere for her, he felt like slapping himself in

her back to the Joneson

bed, watching a soccer match. “Were you the one

of a crime like that by

to your

are you throwing a tantrum now? You want to borrow my private helicopter?” he asked,

me guess; you were going to Damoria to look for Callum, but old Mr. Joneson’s men

Elspeth chuckled. “You’re smart.”

how close of an eye he’s keeping on

It was too dangerous and would

made up my mind. No one can change it,”

on earth you took after,” he said, sighing.

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

you borrow my private helicopter,

out,” she interrupted 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 about me, tell him I’ve been

could have thought up that

not sit easily with him. “What if

am, but you know I’ll be back in the evening. I’ll try to get back as soon as possible to avoid giving you

old Mr. Joneson, but he was not really nervous.

He nodded in agreement.

Spencer’s place. Thus, she headed over

“Frank told me everything over the phone just now. You’re going to sneak over to

“It’s been a long time since I

said with a

was nothing she needed to hide. “That’s right,” she replied, smiling. “After

looking down at the leaves

helicopter, she got ready to leave