Chapter 745

The Brown Residence. Rory quietly slipped into a servant's quarters. The moment she stepped inside, Aleyna's grimy, dirt-caked fingers nearly jabbed at her nose. "Well, well, Rory! My daughter took the fall for you, and this is how you treat your own grandmother? Sticking me in this tiny room what do you take me for?" Rory didn't bother hiding her disdain. Her icy glare bore into Aleyna without a shred of warmth. "Take it or leave it. If you don’t like it, you’re welcome to crawl back to that basement of yours." Aleyna bristled, ready to explode— But Rory cut her off with a chilling stare. "You’ve seen it yourself. Forget about nice rooms even I get nothing but beatings and curses in this house now. If my grandmother finds out I let you stay here, she’ll throw me out on the street. What more do you want?" Aleyna had noticed Rory’s miserable situation. Her anger shifted, and she spat viciously, "That old hag! May she trip and break her neck, choke on her food, or get run over by a carri