I stared at her, incredulous. Did she really think she could do whatever she wanted here?
Without another word, I walked over and switched off the Wi-Fi.
"What the hell?!" Astrid shot up, livid. "Why’d you cut the internet?! Do you have any idea how close I was to winning?!"
I met her glare with an icy stare. "This isn’t your house. You don’t get to act like it is. I told you to be quiet, but you didn't follow. Next time, you can pack your bags and leave."
For a moment, she looked like she wanted to argue. Then, she muttered, "Mom never yelled at me like you did." After that, she stormed off to her room and slammed the door so hard the whole house shook.
That was it. As soon as my wife got home, Astrid was leaving. No more excuses. No more charity.
The next morning, our housekeeper, Mandy Motley, knocked on the door to let us know breakfast was ready. I helped Zera get cleaned up, and we made our way downstairs.
As we reached the dining room, we bumped into Astrid. The second Zera saw her, she shrank behind me like a frightened mouse and didn't even dare to meet her gaze. What had Astrid done to make her so afraid?