Chapter 21

I sneered at how Dorothy had mistaken me for a maid. The idea Steve had been feeding her was obvious enough. She believed that Isabel was the lady of the house. Just then, Isabel coughed weakly a few times in Steve's arms and said in a frail voice, "Steve, I feel so awful…" Steve scooped her up in his arms and shot me a dark glare. "The chapel has been repaired. Go kneel there." With that, he told the driver to get the car ready and prepare to take Isabel to the hospital. The sheer disparity in treatment and the favoritism without a shred of reason filled me with both grievance and fury. I couldn't help shouting at his retreating back, "Steve, you're a bastard!" He turned around. His already icy gaze became even more menacing as he stared daggers at me. It was as if with one more word from me, a blade could materialize out of thin air and pierce straight through my chest. I said, "You love her so much. Did you never watch her debut film? I'm talking about the one where she pla