Fannie stood up from the ground after folding all of Theodora's freshly washed clothes neatly and began putting them inside the wardrobe. She glanced outside through the window to see Theodora enjoying her evening tea with Douglas.
Fannie scoffed, mumbling under her breath.
Sometimes she wished to pull Theodora by her hair and bombard her face with stinging slaps. That woman had no heart.
All that filled the void in her chest was selfishness and arrogance.
It had been more than eight years that Fannie was working for her, and yet that woman had never shown her any fleeting moment of gratitude.
"Once I marry Young Master, you will be at my feet licking them!" Fannie muttered.
She was completely lost in her own thoughts to pay attention to her surroundings. Laila watched her back in nervousness. She paused for a minute to make sure that Fannie was indeed unattentive to her presence.
