Abigail had been a servant of the Barnett family when Tim's father had still been alive. Abigail had watched Stella grow up, so Abigail felt extremely sorry for her.
"Mr. Barnett, don't be mad at her. Let's talk about it calmly."
"Abigail, don't speak up for her. She is a mess. She's been spoiled by you all." Tim looked at Stella, who was hiding behind Abigail, with disappointment. His voice trembled with anger.
Realizing she couldn't persuade Tim, Abigail quickly took a step forward, blocking Tim's line of sight while tipping Stella the wink. "Hurry up and go."
Noticing it, Stella ran upstairs into her room and locked the door.
Tim didn't have anyone to vent his anger on, so he could only sigh heavily at Abigail. "Your spoiling her will ruin her sooner or later."
Abigail smiled and turned to bring out a plate of soup from the kitchen. "I just made this. Drink some. You will feel better."