Victoria drove her car to the parking garage of their mansion and stayed seated in her car. She was breathing heavily as Johanne’s words kept repeating in her mind.
“I f*****g hate you. I wish you died instead of dad.”
She blinked and a tear fell on her cheek. She wiped it away when she saw their old butler get out of the mansion door, followed by their other staff and headed towards her car. She got out and walked towards him.
“Miss, glad you’re back. Shall I prepare your lunch?” the old man asked.
She didn’t bother responding, but they followed her still. When she got to her room, she immediately grabbed the bottle of rum from her table. She drank straight from the bottle, shocking their staff. She drank from the bottle again until she couldn’t swallow it anymore.
She suddenly
