Caleb Mamet lowered his eyes, a hint of icy killing intent flashed through them. The waiter felt a chill spread all over his body, trembling in fear, "Mr. Caleb Mamet, I... I really didn't do it on purpose! Mrs. Mamet! Please forgive me!"
"Mrs. Mamet, I beg you, I can't be fired. I need this job to support my family. You are a wealthy wife; you have a generous heart, so don't be petty with a poor person like me."
People heard the commotion and looked over, seeing Caleb holding Xaviera, his back already soaked.
Somebody looked at the terrified waiter and stepped forward to persuade, "Mrs. Mamet, he didn't do it on purpose, why make it difficult for him?"
"Mrs. Mamet, you are indeed a wealthy wife, but you can't look down on the waitstaff! They are also human beings, making a living by their labor. What's so disgraceful about it?"
At this moment, Zora Hughes entered, looking puzzled, "What's going on?"
