Chapter 90

The moment Amelia stepped inside, a pungent stench of alcohol hit her. There was even a puddle of vomit on the floor. A foul yellow-green mess, dotted with chunks of meat and scraps of bread, reeked from the floor and made her gag. Amelia had only a single rag in her hand. Charlotte glanced at her impatiently. "Can't you see the mess?" "Yes, I can," Amelia replied timidly and knelt down. As she got closer, the vomit's sharp, sour odor hit her, making her eyes sting. She spread out the rag and covered the mess. Charlotte frowned at the sight, clearly disgusted. She casually kicked the person slumped on the couch. "Is your thing working out or not?" Ethan Parker laughed. He reached out to grab Charlotte's food, only to get kicked hard in return. "What are you doing?" Charlotte snapped. Ethan clutched his stomach and gritted his teeth as he groaned, "You're gonna kill me, lady." Just as Charlotte's patience was about to snap, he quickly added, "Don't worry about my stuff. It'll