#Chapter 42: Standing Up Against Disrespect

Olivia We weren’t expecting any visitors the next morning, so when I heard the sound of someone knocking impatiently on the front door, I was a bit confused. Nathan was in the shower, so I ran to open the door in my pajamas. My stomach dropped when I saw none other than Maria standing there with another pot of soup in her hands. “Oh— Mar— I mean, Mrs. Ford,” I said, opening the door a little wider, “I wasn’t expecting you.” Maria scoffed as she walked in. Her judgmental eyes wandered up and down my body. “Still in your pajamas, I see,” she said, her voice mocking me. “It’s almost ten o’clock.” “Y-Yes,” I said, managing a bit of a smile. “It’s Saturday.” “Hmph.” Maria gave me a cold look. “Well, I thought I did tell you that I would be back today, so shame on me for assuming that you would bother to make yourself presentable. Well, it’s no matter. I made more soup for you.” I felt like an idiot. Maria did mention that she would be back today, bu