Chapter 27
The late fall chill was biting, and since the beginning of the season, the rain in Yaville had been increasing. The old building had poor soundproofing. When the rain poured, the pattering sounds would seep through the walls.
Before dawn, the household staff were already abuze, preparing for Helen’s birthday celebration. Before marriage, Helen was a well–known socialite, kind–hearted and popular. Even after so many years, there was no shortage of visitors coming by to celebrate with her,
During such occasions, Elizabeth could only hide in her room. Being the illegitimate child of the Taylor family was one thing, but being the daughter of Helen’s sister and husband was a scandal that could rock the family’s reputation.
Standing by the window, she allowed the crisp air to cool her cheeks, a welcome respite from the stuffy indoors. The Taylor family was not as wealthy and powerful as the Jones family in Yaville, but this little corner house was at least her own home. Whenever Franklin was out of the picture, anywhere felt fine for Elizabeth
“Betty?” Martha’s voice came through. The door creaked open just a crack.
Elizabeth turned back with a smile. “Martha, are all my aunts here?”
They’re here. There are quite a few guests. They’re playing cards now, just waiting for dinner to kick off tonight.” Martha placed the clothes she brought on Elizabeth’s bed. “Mrs. Taylor wants you to get changed and go downstairs for the dinner and greetings in the evening. Stay in during the daytime to avoid gossip”
“Don’t worry, I got it,” Elizabeth replied, well aware of the whispers that could follow if her presence at the family home became known.
The rain hadn’t let up all day. With just a day and a night of rain, the river running from the cast to the south of Yaville swelled, causing roads to become congested. It was a long journey, and driving in the rain was dangerous. Jerry knew the birthday banquet was not that simple. He had advised Franklin for a while not to go, but Franklin was determined.
They set off at 5 pm. Amidst that storm, with thunder and lightning flashing, the road ahead was lit up as if it were daytime.
Jerry cautiously glanced at the rearview mirror. “Frank, how about we turn back! If it’s still raining tonight, the roads will be treacherous for the trip back”
“Stop dawdling, or we’ll be arriving at dawn, Franklin urged.
“Are you heading there to celebrate Mrs. Taylor’s birthday or to see Ms. Taylor!” Jerry questioned.
“Mind your own business,” Franklin said coldly.
Caught off guard by the remark, Jerry quickly shut his mouth and sped up the car.
Despite their efforts, they arrived too late. By the time they reached the Taylor residence, the guests had mostly left. Franklin stepped out into the rain without hesitation, and Jerry followed suit, holding an umbrella over him. “You’re too late. The banquet’s over, Jerry pointed out, struggling to keep pace.
“Who’s to blame?” Franklin said snappishly
“Well, the rain was so heavy, Jerry said apologetically
His shirt collar was wet from the rain, forming unsightly creases, but Franklin couldn’t care less. The rainy night was misty and noisy. The servants at the Taylor residence were preparing to close the them under the dim car lights. His facial features were blurred, but his outline was vaguely recognizable.
gate when th
they saw a man hurrying towards
Martha recognized Franklin, She held an umbrella and took a careful look. Then she quickly called out. “Open the gate. It’s Franklin.” The muddy water was mixed with the rain splattered by the gusty wind, dampening Franklin’s pant legs. Franklin hurriedly walked up to Martha, who instinctively shielded him with the umbrella over his head
You’re too late, the banquet’s over, Martha said, her voice barely audible over the rain.
Franklin, with damp hair and fingers drenched, sast casually, “We were caught in the traffic jam on the road. I thought for the delay”
