She and Martha knelt before Richard and Ethan, sobbing and begging for mercy. Chloe even slapped herself in tears, pleading for help.
Feeling sorry for them, I convinced Richard to let them keep their jobs at the mansion. Little did I know, I had welcomed wolves into our home.
“That’s mine—it’s all Mom left me…” I cried.
“Mom? The mistress of this mansion died ten years ago. Don’t you dare lie!” Martha shouted.
They summoned others to hold me down, kicking me in the face until blood filled my mouth and teeth shattered.
“This little slut is good-looking, but did you really think you could become the mistress?”
“Look at that vixen’s face!”
Chloe grabbed my hair and smashed my head against the incubation chamber.
Cracks spread across the glass. With a shattering crash, it broke, and blood streaked my face.
My blood dripped onto the white snake’s body.
In the next instant, the snake opened its eyes.
It looked at my battered form with shock and sorrow, then darted forward, hissing at Martha and Chloe.
Through my haze, I thought I saw that gentle figure from memory—Grace—standing in front of me, shielding me from harm.
“A snake? Where did this come from!”
“Ugh, disgusting! I hate snakes the most.”