Chapter 172: The Spy
"Don’t worry about it. Just take care of your hand and make sure not to irritate the wound," Ella said calmly, her eyes flickering with a hint of pity.
Ella didn’t want to be too harsh, despite her lack of fondness for Rachel. In truth, she had to admire the extent to which Rachel went to play her role.
"Thank you, Ella!" Rachel said, forcing a smile through her tears. Amelia, standing nearby, couldn’t help but sneer. "Ella, don’t be too soft-hearted. Be careful not to mistake a wolf for a lamb."
Rachel flinched slightly, pausing where the light was dim, obscuring her expression.
Ella smiled faintly. "I understand the lesson. My compassion is for people. If someone doesn’t consider themselves human, they’re free to try their luck with me."
Eric’s eyes flashed with a hint of menace. "You’re my woman. Anyone who tries to harm you is taking on me as well."
He wrapped his arm around Ella’s waist and led her out of the cabin.
Amelia scoffed and shot Rachel a disdainful glance. The type of woman Rachel represented—a manipulative, self-pitying "white lotus"—was Amelia’s least favorite. These were the types who would go to any lengths to trap others, yet always played the victim.
Rachel bit her lip, slowly retreating back into the cabin.
Amelia, on the other hand, went up to the third deck, where she sat alone, staring into the soft darkness of the night. Her heart was heavy with melancholy.
Richard might appear carefree, but deep down, he was sensitive and easily swayed by sympathy.