The Knight's Mysterious Maid
Chapter 87: Mother knows best (3)

Chapter 87: Mother knows best (3)

Rachel frowned, taken aback by Beatrice’s response, which was unnecessary. "Wasn’t that a bit too far? I was only trying to offer you advice so your son would not have a little bastard running through his manor or you would not have to send the child far away so Rafael’s future wife would be comfortable. You know how the story goes."

Beatrice smiled, amused by the fact that Rachel believed Rafael would have a bastard. At some point, she wished he would just mess up once and give her a grandchild, but she raised him well. "I would like for you and your daughter to stop worrying about who my son spends his time with and what will become of him in the future."

"Whoever Rafael marries and has a child with is none of your concern," said Beatrice.

"Typical," Rachel scoffed, looking off to the side, rolling her eyes at Beatrice. "It is always mothers like you who don’t lecture their sons about sleeping around with their maids, and then the wives have to deal with it."

"I don’t care what your husband or any other husband that is not mine does. I raised my son well. It is too soon to forget that your daughter wanted to strip in front of my son, and he turned her away. I am not the one who needs to be questioned about how I raised my child. I question what you have taught your daughter for her to be so desperate," Beatrice argued, getting worked up as the words came out.

"Desperate?" Rachel repeated, offended that Beatrice could call her daughter desperate. "Delilah is anything but desperate."

"There were a few other words I wanted to use, but I would rather not use them so early in the morning. Believe me, I am quite close if you keep trying to tell me what to do with my son. Your daughter will never marry my son, so who he entertains will never be your concern. Your time has come to an end. Please leave," Beatrice said, standing up to guide Rachel out of her home.

"I should have expected this from you. It’s been some years since you’ve been a proper lady. Running away with a man who could not afford to take of you for a day-"

"And yet life changed for you to have been pushing your delusional daughter to marry my son. Those insults won’t work on me, Rachel. I’ve heard plenty of them. You know, it is fascinating that you always complain about your husband’s interest in your maids, and then you sit here, judging the choice I made to be with a man who loves me. To think you are in a better situation than me," Beatrice said, shaking her head as she laughed.

She’d rather marry River a thousand times than be in a marriage like most of the women who looked down on her husband. They could keep saying River was an orphan all they wanted. At least her husband loved her.

"I was once a lady from a good house long, long ago, but I must warn you that I have spent a few years tussling in the market over the best fruits to feed my son. If you do not want to leave here missing most of your hair, I suggest you get out right now," Beatrice said, starting a countdown on her fingers.

Rachel stood up from her seat to leave. "The other women will hear of this," she said as she walked out of the drawing room, out of reach of Beatrice.

"They are all looking to marry their daughters to my son. They will talk about me when I am not around and then avoid you when I am around. That is how this world works. I have gotten used to it, so I save myself from wasting my time by keeping my mouth shut and staying with the people who care for me. I see now where Delilah was able to hide her childishness," said Beatrice.

Rachel walked away from Beatrice without giving her a response. It was true that regardless of what she said about Beatrice, the other women would ignore it and try to get their daughters to marry Rafael. They joked about Beatrice’s past all the time, but they couldn’t ignore the status of the Callahans now. Some of the women even feared that Beatrice still had some sort of connection to her relatives.

"These women," Beatrice sighed, palming her face.

"Are you alright, Mrs. Callahan?" Charles asked, returning to her side.

"Not really, Charles. I really wanted to throw something at both of them for downplaying what Delilah did. I should have pulled out a few strands of hair, shouldn’t I?" Beatrice asked, regretting not getting a handful of Rachel’s hair.

"Then they would have painted you as a woman with no class," Charles responded. He didn’t know why Beatrice was suddenly at odds with the two women she would normally spend time with, but he did not want them to make her act out of character. Beatrice was more of a lady than anyone she invited into her home.

"They already do that. Do you mind getting me some juice? Apple or orange would be nice," Beatrice said.

Charles smiled. As always, he was amused by the fact that Beatrice would ask him if he minded doing something for her when he was the butler. It was his job to serve her. "Right away," he said, leaving to get the juice.

"You are the only person I know who drinks juice when they want to clear their minds," River said, causing Beatrice to jump from his presence.

"That’s because getting something with alcohol would make me make bad decisions. You have brought mud into the house," Beatrice said, looking down at his muddy boots.

"I will clean it. What happened with Delilah and Rachel? Normally, you get lost in conversation for hours. Why did they come to speak about our son?" River asked, bending down to take off his shoes so there would not be more mud inside. "I should have taken my shoes off by the door."

"You should have, but I also left a bit of mud when I came inside to get changed. They came because Rafael placed Delilah over his shoulder and escorted her out of his home. He threw her in her carriage, which lets you know that he had to be really angry. This is all after she tried to get undressed alone with him so he could take responsibility. The nerve of that child. I should have thrown water at her," Beatrice muttered, balling up her hands.

There was still time for her to catch up to Rachel and Delilah in their carriage to throw water, even if it was just a cup full. They needed it to wake up.

River placed his hands on her shoulders to calm her. When it came to Rafael, once she got worked up, there was no stopping her. "Settle down before we find the town guards at our gates. You seemed to have taken care of the matter already, and I’d bet Rafael must have calmed down by now. Don’t let them rattle you. We must think about Rafael now."

"You’re right. We have to invite him over for dinner to have a talk. I am still angry. I am going to pull out the rest of those weeds. Come with me," Beatrice said, grabbing River’s hand to drag him outside. She didn’t care that she was now wearing a good dress. She just wanted to get rid of her anger.

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