Madam Hughes banged the table hard. That little bitch, Xaviera Evans, had sent them to this godforsaken place with just a few words. No matter what, she was still their elder. Even if she had made mistakes, Xaviera, as a junior, should be forgiving and magnanimous.
At that moment, Nidya Hughes walked in. Zora Hughes hurriedly stood up and complained, "Aunt, you're finally here. I haven't been eating or sleeping well these days. When can we go back?"
Nidya was even angrier. She had let Xaviera Evans return to Lowen Clubhouse, and it wouldn't be so easy to catch her again. She had been furious at home, but she hadn't expected her father to send her to their old house in the suburbs to cool off for a while.
She replied with a gloomy face, "Zora, if we can't bear a little humiliation now, we'll ruin the bigger plan. Our present disgrace is only temporary. One day, we'll make Xaviera Evans regret everything she's done."
Zora nodded, her eyes filled with resentment.
