Chapter 804 - 801: You Disappointed Me So Much

Chapter 804: Chapter 801: You Disappointed Me So Much

A moment later, Mrs. Wyatt hurried out the door at a jog, trying to catch up with her. How could the Young Madam skip breakfast? Even if the Young Master didn’t blame the staff for failing to serve her properly, she was genuinely worried about the Young Madam’s health.

But by the time she made it outside, the driver had already sped off into the distance.

Helpless, Mrs. Wyatt retreated inside. Just as she stepped back into the living room, the telephone rang. She quickly hurried over to answer it.

"Hello, this is—"

She was interrupted before she could finish. "Mrs. Wyatt, it’s me. Is the Young Madam awake yet?"

Recognizing Sienna Hale’s voice, Mrs. Wyatt hurriedly replied, "Yes, Madam, the Young Madam is already up, she..."

"She’s up? Then put her on the phone, or tell her to come to The Plumstead before she leaves. We’ll go together." Sienna was clearly a bit impatient, speaking up again before Mrs. Wyatt could finish.

"Madam, the Young Madam just left."

"She left already?" Sienna sounded a bit disappointed. "Never mind then. I’ll just go look for her myself later."

With that, Sienna was about to hang up.

But Mrs. Wyatt quickly added, "Yes, Madam. And the Young Madam didn’t eat her breakfast."

From what Madam had said, she wondered if Madam was also heading to the film set. If so, Madam could perhaps bring some breakfast over for the Young Madam. However, as a mere servant at Orchidia, it wasn’t her place to make such a direct request. Therefore, she simply mentioned the skipped breakfast. If Madam was willing, she would offer to do it herself.

"What? Clara left without eating breakfast? How can she do that?" Sienna’s voice rose slightly. Skipping breakfast was the easiest way to get sick, and no amount of work was more important than one’s health. Besides, even if Clara didn’t want children right now, she would have them eventually. If she didn’t take care of her body now, how could she ensure a smooth pregnancy in the future?

"Mrs. Wyatt, did your kitchen prepare breakfast for her?" Sienna asked. Breakfast time at The Plumstead had ended over an hour ago, and it would be too late to cook something new now. So, if Orchidia had some ready, it would be much easier to just bring it straight to the set.

"Yes, we did," Mrs. Wyatt quickly replied.

"Then pack it up. I’ll have someone fetch it right away so I can take it to her."

"Right away, Madam. Thank you, Madam," Mrs. Wyatt said, sounding delighted.

Hearing the servant thank her, Sienna chuckled on the other end of the line. "Mrs. Wyatt, why are you thanking me? Clara might be your Young Madam, but more importantly, she’s my daughter-in-law. It’s only right that I care for her."

However, she noted that the fact that Orchidia’s servants cared so much about Clara showed that they truly respected and accepted her as their Young Madam.

"Yes, yes, of course. My apologies for being so foolish," Mrs. Wyatt laughed, a bit embarrassed.

After hanging up, Mrs. Wyatt swiftly packed a portion of the food into a lunchbox, and a driver from The Plumstead soon arrived to pick it up.

By the time Clara Grant arrived at the set, she was already pressed for time. The makeup artist worked quickly, and by the time she was done, it was almost time to start shooting.

Clara checked her hair in the mirror. Catching sight of her bag on the table, she hesitated before pulling out her phone. She opened her contacts and stared at the hospital’s number. Biting her lower lip, she frowned in deliberation. A moment later, as if having made up her mind, she reached out and pressed the call button.

Just as the call began to dial, the dressing room door was pushed open. Someone called out to her, "Clara, Director Keane needs you over there immediately."

Clara quickly hung up the phone. Shouting a brief "Coming!" in response, she hastily stuffed the phone back into her bag, completely forgetting to zip it up, and ran out.

In her rush, she failed to notice a small corner of a piece of paper sticking out from the opening of her bag.