“Pathetic woman!”
The sharp voice echoed from behind the door.
Rosemary swung open the bedroom door harshly, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Evelyn, who sat slumped in the corner of the room. Evelyn’s face was pale, cold sweat drenched her temples, and her eyes were barely open—as if her body was on the verge of giving up from exhaustion and pressure. But the moment she saw Rosemary standing at the doorway, the emotions she had long suppressed began to boil over.
Evelyn’s weak face turned fierce, glaring with fury at Rosemary.
“What’s your problem with my attitude? If you don’t like it, you’re free to leave this house!” Rosemary snapped mercilessly.
Her voice echoed off the silent walls of the massive house. Evelyn lowered her head—not out of fear, but because of the sheer weight
