“That won’t bring the child back. Your parents spent a lot already in helping you fake your death. Don’t you think you have to pay them back?”
Zora forced a smile. Her heart felt like it was on fire, and the pain was excruciating. Due to the maids and Rudolph, she tried to be strong when she lived in Ezrah’s mansion, but now that she had her freedom, her losses stared her in the eyes.
“I will, but I’m not in the right frame of mind to begin working. I’ll give it a few days before I begin to search for a job. I should be well-equipped when I go back,” she said with a darkened gaze. Coco was taken aback.
“You want to go back?” It was unexpected. If that was what Zora wanted, then why fake her death? Zora explained with an aloof gaze.
“Do you think I will let the b***h off the hook for mu
