"I will ask Marinda to apologize for spilling the milk."
"Or it's fine if you don't like Marinda. I'll fire her."
Marinda became anxious when she heard this.
She bowed toward Kathleen with all her might and begged, "Ms. Yates, I'm sorry. You can punish me however you want, but please make me leave."
"I really need this job!"
"My younger brother at home is sick and needs money. I need this job..."
Marinda pressed her head onto the floor in front of Kathleen with all her might, and her forehead was bleeding.
Seeing her like this, Barkley could not help but feel a little heartache. After all, she was a distant relative, and Marinda had always been very sensible and obedient. He looked at Kathleen, "Ms. Yates, look at this..."
Kathleen simply did not have any evidence to prove everything. If she insisted on punishing Marinda, then Barkley and all the servants in the house would probably feel that she was in the wrong.
