Chapter 408 What Kind of Mother Does That Make You

Michelle finally snapped. She whirled around, snarling, "Demi, enough! What kind of daughter insults her mother like this?" Demi's gaze turned cold. "Uncomfortable, Mrs. Pitt? Feeling the urge to shout? How ironic. You constantly complained about my dirty hands, mud under my nails, and making your housekeeper supervise my scrubbing. Funny, I've developed cleanliness standards, too. And right now, you're what I consider filthy." Michelle was speechless. Her breath came in ragged bursts, and she wanted to retort but didn't know how to. "Another thing—keep your voice down. Don't blame me if someone overhears about your fake daughter's identity," Demi warned. Michelle instantly scanned her surroundings in a panic. "Close the door and leave. As I said, I'm busy." Demi's expression darkened further. Michelle turned around and slammed the door. "Psychotic bitch," Demi muttered, reopening her Indorian textbook. Ken's hands tightened on the wheel, his mind reeling. So Demi was truly