Chapter 1290
Elliana felt her anger loosen. Hearing that her mother had been treasured by Edgar and Elsie eased some of the bitterness.
After thinking for a moment, Elliana chose to respect her mother’s wish—for now. She fixed her wig and adjusted the fake Adam’s apple, slipping neatly back into her disguise as Milena. She was still inside the Thompson estate, and too many secrets were hanging in the air. A rushed move would only make things worse.
But as soon as Elliana finished adjusting her disguise, the door burst open with a loud crash. A woman in a bright red dress stormed in, fury burning in every line of her face. Her tone was sharp.
“Bexley!” she snapped.
“I told you to run my bath! Why did you leave halfway?”
Elliana’s eyes turned cold as she looked at the woman. She didn’t need an introduction—this had to be Karlee. Karlee and Elliana were the same age, yet worlds apart.
Elliana possessed a quiet grace and a calm maturity far beyond her years, carrying a powerful aura that commanded respect.
Karlee, on the other hand, looked like a caricature. Heavy makeup, a low-cut backless dress, and impossibly high heels. She exaggerated every step, looking as if she were performing for an audience.
Having come specifically to bully Bexley, Karlee didn’t even notice Elliana standing a short distance behind her. She looked less like a Thompson daughter and more like a loud, glittery party girl.
Maintaining her composure, Rita smiled gracefully.
“Karlee, Kaleb temporarily reassigned me here. I’ve already handed your tasks over to another servant.”
“How dare you?” Karlee hissed, arrogance rising.
“I told you—do what I say, no excuses! Now, go run my bath. After that, you’ll give me a massage and wash my feet. Do you hear me?”
Wash Karlee’s feet? The thought alone made Elliana’s blood boil. Did this spoiled brat know who she was speaking to?
Before Elliana could step in, Rita answered calmly, still holding her dignity.
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“When I first joined the Thompson household, Edgar told me clearly I wasn’t to do such things. I’m the housekeeper. My job is to manage the other servants.”
“What? Are you using my grandpa to defy me now? You bitch! Don’t think that just because my grandparents like you, you get a free pass. As long as my mother and I are here, you’ll never have a peaceful day. We’ll keep you under our feet forever!” Karlee snapped.
Karlee raised her hand to slap Bexley, her insults spilling out.
“Who do you think you are? Just because my grandparents once wanted to make you their goddaughter, you think you belong in this family? Dream on! Compared to my mother, you’re worth—Ah!”
But the slap never landed. A shrill scream tore from Karlee’s lips as Elliana caught her wrist mid-air. She stood like a shield in front of Rita, refusing to let her suffer another insult. Elliana’s hold looked effortless, yet it felt like steel—far more than a pampered girl like Karlee could endure.
“Ah! It hurts! Let go! Let go right now!” Karlee shrieked, tears streaming down her face as she convinced herself her wrist might break. She was the prized jewel of the Thompson family; no one had ever dared offend her like this.
Elliana only looked down at Karlee, expression icy. Taller than Karlee to begin with, she made the other girl seem even smaller—like an insect under a cold gaze. Snapping out of their shock, Karlee’s servants rushed forward.
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