Chapter 109

Meridith stopped Lily, shook her head, and said, “Just leave her be, Lily.” With all the remaining
strength left in her, Meredith got up onto her feet, reached for the mop, and was about to start doing
chores.

“But you’re still sick…”

“I’ll be fine, thank you for your concern, Lily.” Even though Lily could not bring herself to let Meredith
work, she had to agree with Ysabelle – that Meredith would only suffer if Josiah knew that she was
helping Meredith with the house chores. Dragging her painful and weak body, Meredith started cleaning
the house. Because of her high fever, Meredith’s body was in pain hence she had to take a break after
several minutes of cleaning. Lily, who was keeping an eye on her, felt bad for her but there was nothing
she could do to help Meredith. Meredith had finally finished cleaning up the living room when Ysabelle
walked into the house with several roses in her hand, leaving muddy traces behind her from her pair of
high heels. Looking at the muddy traces left around the floor, Meredith knew that Ysabelle did it intenti

Noticing that Meredith was shooting her a deathly glare, Ysabelle curled up the corners of her lips and
smirked, “Oops, my bad. Josiah wanted me to pick some fresh roses for Yena and I’ve forgotten that it
has been raining for the past few days.” Ysabelle then headed upstairs. Leaving muddy traces all the
way to the second floor. Gnawing on her lips, Meredith cleaned the muddy stains one by one.

Having to clean from the first floor until the second floor, Meredith was completely worn out.

Just when she was finally done cleaning the muddy stains, Ysabelle walked out of Yena’s room again.
Leaving new muddy stains on the cleaned floor. As she passed by Meredith, Ysabelle scoffed,” Why
are you staring at me like that? There are not enough flowers and I have to pluck some more.”



Meredith was wordless with rage. Not realizing that there was cleaning detergent on the floor, Ysabelle
who had finished plucking the flowers walked into the house and slipped on her back with a loud thud
on the floor.

“Ah-!” shrieked Ysabelle.

She then shouted furiously, “Who is it?!”

Meredith walked toward her slowly, cleaned the floor, and said, “Oh, sorry. The floor won’t seem to dry
since I have to keep cleaning it over and over again.” Feeling the cleaning detergent on her hands,
Ysabelle seethed in rage, “Meredith Leighton, you did this on purpose, didn’t you?!”

“I didn’t, it’s not my fault!”

Just when Ysabelle was about to teach Meredith a lesson, she noticed Josiah who was coming down
the stairs, and quickly changed her attitude. “Meredith… I know that you’re not fond of me, but there’s
no need for you to be this evil to me, right? My back…it hurts a lot.”

She then looked at Josiah and asked, “Josiah, can you please give me a hand?” with a straight
expression, Josiah stared at Meredith and ordered, “Help Ysabelle get off the floor.” Meredith had no
choice but to help Ysabelle.

“You see it now don’t you? Josiah cares about me and if you do any more of those petty tricks of yours,
he will not let you go.”

“He had no plans of letting me go anyway,” scoffed Meredith. As soon as Josiah had disappeared from
their view, Meredith reached out her leg to trip Ysabelle.

Once again, Ysabelle fell to the ground.



Meredith then quickly pretended as if she was worried. “Ysabelle, are you alright? Please forgive me,
I’m still having a fever and my whole body is weak.” “You…” Ysabelle seethed as anger gripped her.


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