Vacation
Betty's P O V
“That b***h!” I yelled and pushed away the flower vase in front of me.
“I think you should calm down, Betty, let's think of a way to heal that wound. I'm sure your father will get furious once he finds the injury.” Emma suggested.
“Yeah, she's right, Betty. Let's find a way to make the scratches disappear.” Ella supported.
Emma came forward with first aid treatment and started treating the scratches while I groaned out in rage.
“That maid. I think she is a witch,” I hissed.
“A witch? Are you sure about that? You know witches are not allowed in our territory, tell your father if you are sure about this.” Ella said.
“Yeah, if she's a witch, she'll get what she deserves for stepping foot here.” Emma supported.
“She has to be a witch, she injured me, you two c
