A Vengeful Vixen Chapter 43

A slight sweat worked itself up on Mr.Stuart's forehead. No! This daughter of his couldn't get sick. He had recently received word that one of his daughters born by Genevieve that he had sent out and away from the house had contracted a bad case of cholera. The daughter had quickly succumbed to it before news of her illness could even leave the country she resided in for study to be sent to him and inform him of her unwellness.

Her funeral had only been attended by Abigail her eldest sister who went to school very close by.

His daughter Danella had died just like that, at age 6.

His late wife's step brother had even once hinted to Stephen, about maybe having one of his daughters born by Genevieve marry their step-cousin to legitimize the bloodline.

Mr.Stuart was crestfallen and also elated at the same time, when he found out he had a few daughters born to Genevieve. He could afterall perhaps use them to position his ties to be even stronger in the germanic countries through marriage.

Now, upon coming to New York to work out some business deals and perhaps through 'divine' intervention come across a mineral fortune, one of his best little bargaining chips was potentionally sick.

Oh someone was certianly going to pay for trying to interfere with the "gods will" of his.

Mr. Stuart was not just a greedy man, oh no. He was also a clever, but greedy man. Mr.Stuart could practically smell the fear and

deception coming off the maid named Kitty.

Someone like himself who was used to dealing with shady businesmen and unscrupulous trade partners certianly wouldn't be fooled by and uneducated servant whose whole body reeked of what smelt like urine to him.

He also had to deal with a lost child who could potentially have strong enemies in another country, or perhaps this country.

No middle easterner would try and drownd his own son. Sons were like gold to those desert savages.

Beatrice had always followed his orders to the tee as well. Okay, sometimes she just listened to Miriam, but she wouldn't listen to some stranger from a household of one of his many mistresses.

"Ms. Kitty, why would my maid follow someone who is not my daughter around instead of my legitimate youngest daughter who needs constant guidance as she is still so young she might not even be able to open all the doors she comes across due to her being vertically challenged. I am about to look at the expenditure ledgers for this household and I shall see what other funny business has been happening around here without my watchful eyes to keep as lookout."

Kitty started to shiver in a even more frightful manner, she became so pale she almost looked like a ghost now.

Ah, the beauty standard of this era...was pale skin wasn't it?

Miriam looked towards her father, and furrowed her brows as if something was deeply troubling her.

Time to put on a good act!

Miriam shivered slightly and trudged up to her father while being almost wholey covered by the blanket, except her little head of blond hair.

"Father, what are we going to do? If I get sick and die... won't father be lonely? It will cost father money to bury Miriam too... Hnngghh..." Miriam said as she started to cry.

It had to be known Miriam absolutely hated crying. Her younger sister in her previois life always cried to get her way, and it always worked on her parents.

Miriam would would only cry for others, not herself. This was different though, she needed to take charge and manipulate the situation so she could clear Beatrice's name without it seeming that she was playing favoritism with servants.

Of course, she was.

Mr. Stuart did not know what to do to calm his youngest daughter down. It should be known that the times he had seen his daughter cry could be counted up on only one hand.

That was to say, she almost never cried. Whenever she cried, it was usually for a serious reason, and not something trivial.

"Fat-her will miss Miriam when she dies, right?" Miriam said through very pitiful sobs, somehow managing to not look ugly even while crying.

Meanwhile, the child in the corner of the room just huddled himself completely into the blanket he had been given earlier.

"Don't worry Miriam, Father will certianly get to the bottom of this!" Mr. Stuart announced to the whole room, his eyes narrowing when he saw Nathanial flinch abit.

"We have to find this boys parents too. I think he is from the desert people."" Miriam said, trying to sound more like how a 4 year old should.

"Also, can I have a warm bath? I smell yucky." Miriam added extra emphasis on the word warm, when speaking.

"Fio- Oh, that's right. I told her she can step out. Nathanial, now is the time to step up to the plate and take care of your sister." Mr. Stuart announced as much as he ordered these words to his son in the room.

Nathanial didn't know what his father was implying he should do. Help his sister was her *ss?

Mr. Stuart gazed as his son, Nathanial for a good while before he finally knew that this stupid son of his didn't understand his words at all.

A large vein twitched on his forehead as he spoke once again to his son.

"Nathanial, go draw water and boil it for your younger sister to take a bath. What if she gets sick and dies? Will you marry her future husband in her place? Hmmm?"

Upon hearing these words, Nathaniels whole face went bright beet red at the thought of a man marrying another man. Ah! His father was truely talking much to crassly.

Despite not wanting to do women's work, Nathanial complied with his father's wishes and grabbed his cousin by the cuff of his shirt and dragged him off to go fetch water with him.

Surely misery loved company.

"Achoo!" Went Miriam as her whole body shook with one small sneeze of hers.

"When Beatrice gets back and you sort everything out, I need to talk to her about going shopping. I need a bird cage. I think I might need two more servants as well father. I don't have enough help to do everything I need too." Miriam said softly.

"I will certianly get to the bottom of this!" Mr. Stuart harrumphed.

If it turned out that that floosy's daughter was the reason his youngest daughter could have potentially been implicated in a failed murder, and possibly get sick, Mr.Stuart had determined to himself that he'd hasten her marriage. The marriage could very well be tomorrow ,and he didn't care what sorry sod ended up with that ingrate bastard.