"Brother, what did Father write?" Jennie asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
"Nothing particularly nice. He swore at me, called me an ungrateful child and a useless son. And he will come here quickly with the Hendricks," I replied calmly.
"Is there anything about me?" she pressed, her eyes narrowing.
"Yes, actually. When he mentioned trouble, I think he was talking about that girl's school you've been trying to avoid," I said, watching her expression shift.
Her face grew irritated, and she crossed her arms. "Great, just what I need. Another lecture about that place. he tryıng to get rıd of me quıckly."
"You will be happier there," I said, trying to reassure her.
"How do you know that?" she shot back. "You're working as a maid. Are you happy with that?"
"I am a bastard. He tries to keep me hidden in my room," she replied, frustration clear in her voice.
