When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 843: Does He Really Hate Her So Much?

From that point on, no one in the Fletcher Group dared to gossip about Rachel Sherman anymore; this was the confidence bestowed by The Fletcher Family.

When Chase Fletcher was enhancing the company culture, he also emphasized employee quality training and even held specific courses within the company.

As a result, the work environment improved significantly.

Time is a great healer, and Rachel’s work gradually became smoother. She no longer heard those rumors, had no more worries, and was filled with determination every day, with high work efficiency.

Jasmine Quinn had been recovering in the hospital, attended to by two caregivers. Her injuries were severe, and her temper had become quite volatile.

"Get out!"

"Miss Quinn, please eat something. Your body needs nutrients to recover now."

"Get out! Can’t you understand human speech?! Get out!!"

Despite their concern for her, the two caregivers had no choice but to turn and leave with their bowls.

Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher would visit her twice a week. Indeed, they had come again.

At the door, the caregivers briefly reported the past few days’ situations to the Fletcher elders.

The Fletcher elders nodded, having a clear understanding.

"Uncle, Aunt..." She softened her attitude, tears welling in her eyes, "I’m sorry, I... I shouldn’t have done something foolish, shouldn’t have framed Rachel." She actually began to apologize, though it was unclear if she was sincere.

During this period, she truly suffered, her body enduring agony. The burnt skin could be tolerated if untouched, but applying medication was excruciating.

"It’s all in the past, child." Mrs. Fletcher said gently, having brought chicken soup today, and sitting in the chair beside the bed, she picked up a spoon to feed her, "Eat something to replenish your body and recover quickly." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Aunt, I want to see Chase." The girl’s voice was small, quivering from sobs; she pursed her lips, her face written with grievances.

Before Mrs. Fletcher could respond, Mr. Fletcher spoke up, "Your brother Chase recently took on several big projects; he’s very busy, working overtime every day, and can hardly eat lunch on time."

So, he doesn’t have time to come?

She was injured like this, and so many days had passed. Even if he were angry, shouldn’t he come and question her? Criticize her? Scold her?

Could it be... he despises her so much? Doesn’t want to see her at all?

"Uncle, Aunt, I..." Jasmine Quinn held back her tears, "When can I return to work at the company?"

"Focus on getting better. Why talk about work now? You’re so seriously injured." Mrs. Fletcher brought the spoonful of chicken soup to her lips, "Come on, open your mouth."

Large teardrops rolled down her cheeks; she trembled her lips, opened her mouth, and drank the soup from the spoon...

"Aunt, I’ve been forced to resign, right?" She had foreseen it, understanding Chase Fletcher’s style of handling things.

If he truly loved Rachel Sherman, he would do everything to protect her, wouldn’t let her suffer any grievance, and would eliminate all potential safety hazards around her.

And Jasmine Quinn was self-aware, knowing she was the biggest safety hazard.

Mr. Fletcher didn’t want to hide the truth, "Yes, you won’t recover for a while, and the company needs someone to fill your position, so we hired a new person."

"..." So, has she lost both love and career??

Jasmine Quinn’s nose tingled; she felt truly miserable...!

That day, Chase Fletcher was meeting clients at a certain club, and the discussions went particularly smoothly. When he came out, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure dressed in plain clothing.

"Master?" He called out in surprise.

The old man paused, turned at the sound, and stopped upon seeing him, "Mr. Fletcher?"