Sarah’s POV
“Why are you sitting on my bed, you filthy b***h?” Eleanor barked.
I shot to my feet immediately, taking a step back.
Three weeks ago, after Eleanor was discharged from the hospital, Adrian assigned me as her personal caregiver. Since then, I had become nothing more than a maid in this house, especially after he gave all the workers a month’s leave.
“Get me warm water. And be quick about it,” Eleanor snapped, cutting through my thoughts.
“Yes… ma’am,” I stammered.
Living in this house had become a nightmare. No phone. No proper food. No comfort. At this point, I missed my old life more than I cared to admit.
Adrian had been colder than ever. Did he expect me to stand there and let his mother hit me?
Maybe I should have.
If I had just endured it, maybe I wouldn’t be in
