Chapter 230 Isn't Even Worth as Much as a Dog

Clarissa leaned against Molly for support, purposely making herself look a bit unsteady as she was guided forward. She could feel the warmth of Molly's palm, the kind of warmth that belonged to ordinary people. It only made her feel more disgusted. These maids might seem respectful, but deep down, they probably treated her as nothing more than an outsider living under someone else's roof. Having such a lowly maid touch her made her skin crawl. Once Clarissa sat back in her wheelchair, she finally let out a quiet breath of relief. When they returned to the living room, Queenie was sitting on the couch watching TV. She turned at the sound of movement, and the moment she saw Clarissa's disheveled state, she shot to her feet and hurried over. "Clarissa! What happened to you? How did you end up like this?" Clarissa forced a strained smile and shook her head. "Queenie, I'm fine. I just slipped and fell. I didn't mean to make you worry." "How can you be fine when you're all covered in