Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 630

Chapter 630: Chapter 630

"Dad," Serena pleaded while gazing at her father, her eyes filled with tears.

Since she was a little girl, her father had always been easy to negotiate with—always ready to fulfill her wishes.

Kenneth sighed. "Serena, I can’t agree to your request this time. Martha didn’t trip over the doorstep by accident. She did it deliberately to hurt Rose. That’s a crime."

"Dad, it’s not as serious as you make it out to be. Martha was only trying to stand up for me because she saw I was being treated unfairly. She just went about it the wrong way."

Serena knelt in front of her father, imploring desperately, "Dad, I’m begging you. I haven’t asked you for anything since I was young."

Martha meant the world to Serena.

"Serena, we take you as our own. But if you can’t see the seriousness of this situation, and you think Martha is better than us, then make your choice!"

Louisa averted her face, still obviously angry.

Serena widened her eyes in astonishment. She couldn’t believe that her mother, who had been gentle and kind to her, would utter such remarks!

"Mom, are you going to abandon me?" Serena’s tears instantly spilled over, making her look exceptionally pitiful. "You want Martha to take me?"

"Serena," Kenneth felt distressed. "What we mean is, Martha can’t stay in this house anymore."

"Mr. and Mrs. Collins, I know I’ve done wrong, and I have no reason to stay. Serena, don’t push them. What they did is right. You must listen to your parents from now on. They’re always right."

Tears streaming down, Martha gazed at Serena, reluctant to leave. "I’ve already felt satisfied for keeping you company since you were a kid, really."

Serena shook her head in tears, frustrated at how incompetent she was—not even able to keep a servant around her!

Then what was the point of being the daughter of this family?

"Mr. and Mrs. Collins, you haven’t let me take responsibility for it, and just ask me to leave. I’ve already felt grateful. Thank you for your care and tolerance. I’m really happy to have lived here for eighteen years."

After that, Martha bowed to them respectfully, stood up, and was about to leave.

"Martha."

Tears welling up, Serena tried to stop her. However, she didn’t do anything and only gazed at Martha, recalling her mother’s warning.

"Serena, your smile is so beautiful. You need to do that a lot," Martha said in farewell, then slowly walked out of Serena’s sight.

Serena sobbed uncontrollably. She still remembered how Hunter had dropped the plan of letting her manage the jewelry company, and now this came as a terrible blow.

Louisa suddenly remembered that incident. That time, she had questioned why the cap wasn’t firmly closed, and why no one was cleaning the ground since oil had been spilled.

Before watching the surveillance footage, Martha never stood up for Rose when she was being wrongly accused by Holly and Lina. Nor did she confess that it was she who spilled it.

It was only when they checked the surveillance footage that Martha confessed, saying the fall caused too much pain and blaming her forgetfulness on old age.

There were so many flaws, and yet she couldn’t detect them, leaving her daughter to suffer the grievance.

At that time, Martha pretended to accuse Lina, shifting all the blame to her.

Turned out this servant, who had diligently worked for them for eighteen years, was this vile.

She just audaciously used dirty tricks in this family, but Louisa couldn’t notice it.

Edith suddenly understood Rose’s intentions from last time.

She had asked Rose why she showed the video of Martha opening the oil bottle to Mr. and Mrs. Collins.

Rose replied that it was just evidence of Martha’s doing. However, as long as Martha insisted she acted alone, and it had nothing to do with Serena, then if Serena took advantage of family affection or cried in front of the elders and brothers, Martha would probably not be driven away.

Serena wouldn’t be asked to leave the house either.

It seemed Rose’s prediction was spot on.

Because Overwatch had only captured Martha undoing the cap and pretending to spill oil on the ground.

So, Martha took all the blame upon herself, leaving Serena completely in the clear.

Edith pondered: If she stepped forward now and claimed that Serena was also involved, but could not provide the evidence, would she be accused of stirring up trouble?

Moreover, after the incident, Serena would definitely find ways to give her a hard time.

Only now did Edith understand—Rose’s far-sightedness was right. It wasn’t about letting Martha off the hook out of pretentious nobility; it was because picking on Martha’s mistakes was pointless. The real target should have been Serena.

Seeing Serena still sobbing, Louisa rose and went upstairs, somewhat distraught.

Kenneth quickly followed her. "Honey, calm down."

Betty, standing nearby, reached out to help Serena up.

"Serena, don’t cry. Even though Martha can’t stay, you can still stay in touch."

Serena looked up with teary eyes at the maid in front of her, suddenly realizing that this was the woman who had stood up for her last time—Betty.

"Betty." Serena just hugged her and started crying loudly.

In this house, she was already isolated and helpless. Having a maid by her side wasn’t too bad.

Betty didn’t know how to console her, so she just patted her back. "Serena, I’m here. I will take good care of you from now on."

On the other side...

Rosemary was sitting on a plane. A maid served her a glass of lemonade and some snacks.

"Ms. Collins, have something."

Rosemary looked up from her laptop and said blandly, "You don’t need to be here. Go rest."

Unexpectedly, her mother had arranged a maid, Marcia, to take care of her all the way.

"Ms. Collins, I’m not tired. I want to be by your side." Marcia remained standing, looking respectful. "You do your thing. Call me when you need anything."

"Take a seat. Don’t just stand there."

"Well..." Marcia hesitated for a while, but still dared not. She whispered, "This is against the rules."

"In my presence, you can do as I said. Sit down."

Marcia didn’t expect Rose to be so domineering. After sitting down, she secretly appraised Rose, who was really cool, with a cold demeanor that was countless times better than Serena.

"Ms. Collins, can I..."

Before Marcia could finish her sentence, the pilot’s voice came from the system, full of pain and agony.

"Ms. Collins..."

Her voice was weak and feeble.

"What’s wrong?"

"I’m not feeling well..." The pilot could no longer control the plane.