Chapter 105: Chapter 105

Chapter 105:

“And why exactly should a daughter of a maid like you join me at the table?” Her tone dripped with arrogance, striking a chord.

“You!” Etta shouted, her anger boiling over as she pointed at Harlee.

“Who do you think you are? I have been a part of the Sanderson family for twenty years. Skyla practically sees me as her daughter. You’re just a stranger with a blood connection!”

“Ah, dropping the act, are you? That’s more like it!” Harlee picked up her bowl of oatmeal, clicking her tongue.

“Such a shame, this oatmeal is actually decent.”

“What…” Before Etta could finish, her outburst was interrupted by a loud scream.

“Ah, damn it! Harlee, you are really testing my patience!”

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Etta charged at Harlee, her fingers aimed at Harlee’s face.

“Do you really think that just because the Sandersons brought you back, you’ve become some kind of noble lady? Let me make it clear, you’re just a pathetic thing.

Everyone’s mocking you for being such a disgraceful bumpkin. You made fun of me solely because I am the maid’s daughter, but you’re no better than me! I have more connections in high society than you. They would prefer to have me at their gatherings over you, Harlee. You’re just trash…”

Callie stood aside, her head down, siding with Etta without a word. The other maids, who reported to Callie, obviously didn’t dare to step in. The vast dining room turned into Etta’s arena, her frenzied voice filling the space.

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Harlee sat calmly in her chair, looking at Etta’s extended hand with the poise of someone completely unaffected.

Etta aimed to strike her, but Harlee wasn’t about to let her get any closer.

Harlee grabbed an empty bowl and slammed it down on the table, positioning the jagged edge towards Etta’s reaching arm.

“Come any closer if you desire more injuries.”

Blood began flowing from Etta’s arm immediately. The moment seemed suspended in time in the dining room.

Etta stood frozen, and Callie was too shocked to move. The other maids, upon realizing what had happened, quickly looked away, pretending they saw nothing.

Harlee threw the bowl in the trash and went back to eating her breakfast.

Just as Etta was about to respond, Harlee taunted, “Get lost, or I won’t hesitate to lock you up with pythons in the same room.”

Etta collapsed to the floor, truly scared, and Callie rushed to her aid.

By the time Etta collected herself, Harlee had finished her meal and left.

“That crazy bitch!” Etta seethed, gripping a pillow.

“I won’t rest until she’s out of the Sanderson family!”

Callie hesitantly said, “Maybe you should let it go? Miss Sanderson is…”

“Shut up! I am the true lady of the Sanderson family. If you try to stop me, you’ll regret it!” Etta glared at Callie until the latter reluctantly gave in. Only then did Etta soften slightly.

“Heed my words. If I discover you’re taking Harlee’s side, you can forget about being my mother.

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