Especially since he hadn’t been working these past few days and had been living in the villa every day, Elmer was practically gnashing his teeth. That day, while Timothea was away, Elmer stared at him coldly. “Harper, right? I’ve researched you. You’re just a cleaner. Timothea hired you as her personal assistant out of pity. If you think you can replace me this way, then give up on it!”
Elmer deliberately pulled out a wedding photo of Timothea and me and waved it in front of Harper with a sneer.
“Do you think you bear a resemblance to the man in the photo? I’ll tell you straight up, my wife hates the man in the photo. She only keeps you around because you look like him and wants to take revenge on him. If you had any sense, you’d get out of here.”
Harper kept his head down, his emotions unreadable; only a muffled tone could be heard, “Got it.”
Elmer even had someone write a resignation letter on the spot and had Harper give it to Timothea.
When he took the resignation letter to the study, Harper saw Timothea, drunk once again and lay lost in thought on the lounge chair in the study.
She stared blankly at a pendant on the wall.