Chapter 901
Chapter 901
When the female employee saw Patricia, she latched onto her arm like a drowning woman grabbing onto a lifebuoy, “Ms. Howard, you’re just in time! Mr. Howard just canned me for no apparent reason. You have to stick up for me!”
Patricia disgustedly brushed her off as if she had just been touched by something revolting, “Back off! Who says I have to vouch for you?”
The female employee was taken aback, wearing an expression of disbelief on her face, “Ms. Howard, didn’t you say you had high hopes for me? You even asked me to spy on Ellinor for you at the company. You said…”
Patricia, feeling annoyed by her presence, gave her a shove, “You really took my words for it? Look at yourself! You’re so full of yourself!”
The female employee fell to the ground, stunned and desolate. She had been fired by Mr. Howard and was now ignored by Ms. Howard.
How could this happen? The Ms. Howard she remembered was the kindest and most gentle person. She wasn’t cold-hearted like this.
In the cafeteria of the Howard Group.
The bustling cafeteria fell into silence at the arrival of the CEO. No one dared to speak; only the quiet sounds of people eating could be heard. Balfour picked out all the carrots from the dishes and pushed them towards Ellinor, “You can eat now, Ellinor. Eat up.”
Ellinor looked at the dishes with the carrots picked out, frowned, and then looked up at Balfour, “Mr. Howard, I actually like carrots a lot. What’s the deal with you removing my favorite food?”
Balfour was taken aback, “You like carrots now? I remember you hated them when you were little.”
Ellinor’s gaze was cold, “People change. I don’t remember my childhood tastes. Moreover, I don’t like you calling yourself ‘my brother’ in front of me.”
Balfour replied helplessly, “Okay, I won’t call myself that anymore. Since you like carrots now, I’ll go get some more for you.”
As he spoke, Balfour began to rise to get her some more food.
Ellinor stopped him. “No need. Don’t waste food.”
She pulled the plate Balfour was using to hold the picked-out carrots towards herself, then picked up her utensils and began to eat.
Balfour, already halfway out of his chair, sat back down helplessly, watching her eat the picked-out carrots with a heart that felt like it was being pr icked with needles.
Normally, people didn’t easily accept food they dislike.
She used to hate carrots as a child, but now she liked them. It must have been because of the circumstances of her childhood.
If she didn’t eat carrots, there would be no other food to eat.
And that was indeed the case.
Ellinor was sent by the Mendoza family to a convent in the countryside, where she lived a peaceful life, but there was no choice in food.
In the convent, they ate simple food every day. Whatever was cheap was what they ate more of; picky eating was not allowed.
There, carrots were considered decent food.
Balfour frowned. His eyes were full of pity, and he rose again, “Ellinor, don’t eat that. You don’t have to worry about wasting food now; I’ll get you some more.”
Ellinor stopped him with a serious face, “No need. Mr. Howard, don’t bother. This is fine!”
Ellinor made Balfour feel heartbroken and helpless.
