And these servants, who indulged in eating, drinking, and having fun, were certainly not easy to deal with. Just as she had suspected, they were trouble.
Living in such an environment, Gordon Chase would be nothing more than a living dead, even if he had the chance to wake up.
"Second Young Mistress, take this. I'll show you to the bath," said Li Er, handing a robe to Lydia Miles.
She gave it a cold stare, not bothering to reply.
"What? Just stepped into the villa and already acting like the Second Young Mistress? Want me to personally bathe and dress you?"
"Haha..."
Li Er's words drew laughter from the crowd.
"Which room is Gordon Chase's?" Lydia asked, looking toward the upstairs.
"Look at you, in such a hurry. You probably don't know that our Second Young Master is as good as dead, do you? Even if you see him now, he won't be able to fulfill your needs. Hehe..."
Lydia turned and walked toward the stairs, ignoring the shameless group.
"You think you can go upstairs without my permission?" Li Er barked angrily, signaling the male servants to block her path.
Four male servants stepped forward to stop her.
"Good dogs don't block the way," she said coldly.
"Wow, you little wench, not even married to the Second Young Master yet, and already putting on airs. I'll teach you—" The servant raised his hand to hit Lydia, but she swiftly grabbed his arm, twisted it forcefully, and threw him to the ground.
The three other male servants charged at Lydia Miles, but she was ready for them.
Using their strength against them, she skillfully maneuvered, causing them to collapse into a heap like a stack of pancakes.
"You little witch, you look so skinny, but who knew you could fight?" sneered Li Er, rolling up his sleeves as he approached menacingly.
Lydia spotted a broken stick on the ground, left behind by one of the servants. She kicked it up with precision, sending it flying into Li Er's forehead.
"Ah..." Li Er cried out as blood streamed down his face. "Quick... go get my aunt!" he shouted to the maids nearby.
Lydia made her way up the stairs, leaving footprints in the thick dust on the floor. She stopped at a door handle that was noticeably free of dust.
She pushed the door open, and a strong smell of disinfectant mixed with a foul odor hit her nose, making her instinctively cover her mouth and nose.
Inside, she pulled back the curtains, revealing a large bed with a person lying on it. Medical equipment monitoring life signs was placed on a nearby cabinet.
Lydia's eyes focused on him.
Her first impression was of his long, disheveled hair and the dark stubble around his mouth. He looked like a middle-aged man, lacking any trace of handsomeness.
His skin was pale, likely from being in a sunless room for so long.
Could he be Gordon Chase?
Was he the same Gordon Chase who, five years ago, had a relationship with her, resulting in her pregnancy with triplets, and who had offered her a million dollars to save her life?
Was he the unforgettable, stunningly handsome Gordon Chase she had seen only once?
What had happened to him? How did he end up like this?
"Gordon Chase, do you remember me? I was Abby Brooks five years ago, and now my name is Lydia Miles. I've come back to repay you."
"Can you hear me?" Lydia Miles whispered softly, holding the frail hand of the man lying on the bed.
Downstairs, the noise was growing louder and more chaotic.
"Who dares to cause trouble in the Grand Palace? Who would dare to intrude into Gordon Chase's bedroom? I'll make sure to teach her a lesson today..."
"Miss, that woman is upstairs. She hit me on the head, and you must stand up for us," Li Er complained, following closely behind Gordon Zi.
Gordon Zi had heard from the servants that someone had torn down the marriage notice posted in front of the Grand Palace for Gordon Chase. Curious about who the woman was, she came to investigate.
However, upon hearing Li Er's words, she was so furious that she stormed upstairs and kicked open the bedroom door. The unpleasant smell inside made her quickly step back.
"What is that stench? It's awful."
The servants behind her waved their hands in front of their noses, looking into the room with disgust.
Inside, Lydia sat at the bedside, her back to them.
Gordon Zi marched into the room, fuming. "Who are you? How dare you hurt a servant of the Gordon family? Do you have a death wish?"
Lydia continued to carefully shave Gordon Chase, ignoring the shouting woman behind her.
"Miss, this woman is tough. Be careful," Li Er warned.
"I'm the most esteemed lady of the Gordon family's main house. How could just anyone dare to bully me?"
Gordon Zi had been spoiled and pampered by everyone in the Gordon family, which had nurtured her fearless and wild nature.
Seeing that Lydia Miles was ignoring her, Violet Gordon raised her hand in anger, ready to teach her a lesson.
"You witch, I'm talking to you... ah..."
Lydia's razor swiftly sliced a cut into Violet's pale arm. The speed was so fast that Violet had no chance to react, and she didn't even see how Lydia managed to hurt her.
By the time Violet realized what had happened, Lydia was still facing away from her, calmly shaving Gordon Chase's chin.
"You're making me bleed! How dare you hurt me..."
"Shut up," Lydia commanded coldly.
Her voice was as chilling as a grim reaper's whisper, causing Violet to clamp her mouth shut in fear.
"If you say another word, it won't be your arm that gets cut, but your neck."
Lydia's words were delivered with a calm indifference, yet they carried a potent threat.
"What are you all standing around for? Are you dead? Beat this witch to death!" Violet, refusing to believe Lydia's threat, ordered the servants to attack her.
Fearful of Violet's authority, the servants picked up sticks and advanced toward Lydia.
Sensing the danger behind her, Lydia didn't wait for the stick to hit her back. She stood up and used the razor to swiftly incapacitate several of the servants.
The last servant's clothes were shredded by the razor, and with a powerful kick, Lydia sent him flying out of Gordon Chase's bedroom.
Violet stood there, stunned by the scene. Worried that Lydia might turn on Violet, and fearing the consequences from the mistress, John quickly pulled Lydia out of the bedroom.
Lydia Miles glared darkly at the person standing at the door. The past five years in Los Angeles hadn't been a walk in the park for her.
She endured hardships greater than most could imagine, all to return to the empire to avenge her mother and reunite with her two children.
"You... you'll regret this," Gordon Zi spat out, trying to save face as she threw a parting shot at Lydia.