Mrs Williams’ voice rose to a shout, her words tumbling out in a furious torrent. “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you trying to burn me to death serving me this kind of tea?”
“I’m sorry, Mrs Williams. I didn’t know it was too hot for you,” Fulvia whispered, her voice trembling as her words spilled out in a rapid, breathless stream.
“You and you, come here,” Mrs Williams barked, pointing to two maids standing by the corner. Her eyes burned with disgust as she sneered at Fulvia. “Didn’t I tell you not to call me mother? Your own mother must have been so disgusted by you that she committed suicide.”
The maids hesitated, fear flashing in their eyes.
“What are you waiting for?” Mrs Williams screamed. “Teach her a lesson for me.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes cold and
