Chapter 77

Zelda looked at Jenna with a strange expression. "I never said anything like that. And Mrs. Frank certainly never told me to. Ms. Sanders, are you feeling guilty about something?" "You're talking nonsense!" Jenna snapped, her voice rising. "What would I have to feel guilty about? You'd better watch yourself. Just because James needs you around to help with Ethan doesn't mean you'll have a permanent place in this house." She straightened her posture as she spoke, her chin tilted arrogantly as if she were already the lady of the villa. That self-righteous attitude made Zelda's stomach churn. It was bad enough that Jenna had used shady tricks to push out James' wife—now she had the nerve to act like she ran the place? Zelda replied in a calm but firm voice, "Ms. Sanders, this home already has a lady of the house. Her name is Wendy. And that's not you." Jenna's smug expression faltered instantly. Her lips twitched downward as she forced a look of wounded innocence. "You misunderstood