I stumbled backward in shock, tripping on the sharp corner of the table. Pain exploded through my hip as I hit the floor, gasping in agony.
Steven let out a scoff, “That’s what you get for running your mouth. Get out. And don’t pull this stunt again—no one’s buying your victim act.”
Nellie rushed to play the saint, glancing at me with faux concern. “Lucia, come on… Mr. Grant might really think you faked that fall…”
I gritted my teeth and glared at her coldly.
Steven saw me glaring at Nellie and yanked me up off the floor.
“Nellie’s milk came in. She’s gone through a pile of dirty clothes. You’re going to wash them. By hand. Then you can leave.”
I jerked my arm free. “Why would I do that?”
He replied, “Because you just bullied her. You owe her an apology.”
I forced myself upright despite the searing pain in my foot. “Keep dreaming.”
His eyes iced over. Without another word, he shoved me into the bathroom.
Bang!
The door slammed behind me—and locked.
“Steven! Are you kidding me?! This is illegal—you're actually locking me in!” I twisted the handle, yanking it hard. “Let me out! Open the door!”