Chapter 545

‘I knew it wouldn’t be that simple with her. She really wanted me to clean this room, *

Debbie thought to herself. ‘Cleaning again!‘ Cleaning had become her nightmare.

“Grandma, didn’t you say that you Lost that string of beads?”

“Yes, I lost it. That’s why I asked you to find it. One of my ancestors came to me in a dream and told me

it’s in here. Go look for it.”

‘Her ancestor told her that in her dream? What a load of bullshit!”

But what could she say? For Carlos’ sake, she decided to be stoic and do as she was told.

The storage room was dusty and crammed with all kinds of things. When she was finished, Debbie was

on the brink of tears. But she didn’t find the string of beads. When she emerged from the room, she

was covered in dust from head to toe.

She walked into the living room to tell Valerie that she couldn’t find the beads, only to see Megan and

Valerie sitting on the sofa enjoying fruit, as well as each other’s company. As soon as she showed her

face in the Living room, Megan ordered, “Hey, you, pour me some water. I need to take my medicine.”

Containing her anger, Debbie shot her a cold glance and snapped, “Do it yourself.”

Megan wondered in fake shock, “Aunt Debbie? Why do you Look Like that?

Your hair’s mussed and your face is dirty. I didn’t even recognize you.”

“Didn’t recognize me? Lying bitch!‘ Debbie cursed.

“Why do I look Like this? Try cleaning the storage room for two hours.” ‘Even if your dead parents

came out of the grave, they wouldn’t recognize you!’

“Oh, Aunt Debbie, I didn’t know you were cleaning. You must be tired.

Come, sit down. You work so hard.” Megan looked at her in a fawning manner.

Then she turned to Valerie.

“Grandma Valerie, my aunt Debbie is so hard-working. She cleaned the living room and bathroom

yesterday, and today she cleaned the storage room. But I…I can’t do anything. I’m useless.”

Valerie patted her hand and said lovingly, “What are you talking about?

How is that possible? You’re like a granddaughter to me. My precious granddaughter will never have to

do this kind of work.”

Valerie’s words were Like a needle piercing Debbie’s heart. She threw the rag into the bin in frustration.

“Grandma, from now on, if there’s work to be done, just tell me. My husband will hire a dozen servants

for you. Money is no object for him. As long as the pay is good, someone will clean, even at midnight

on New Year’s.”

The smile on Valerie’s face faded. With a stern stare, she asked

Debbie, “What? Can’t do a little cleaning? Telling your husband? That’s my grandson! Who do you

think he’ll side with? Where are your manners?

Didn’t your parents teach you not to talk back to your elders?”

Megan shook Valerie’s arm and reminded her, “Grandma Valerie, Aunt