The Old Man left in a hurry, Fristy Davis hugged her arm, still shivering from the cold.
She lowered her head, gritting her teeth.
This is her status in this family: she was soaked through, shivering cold, and no one even brought her a dry towel for such a long time, Mr. Davis didn't even say a word like "Your clothes are wet, go change them!"
Fristy Davis sneered, she must endure this crisis.
As long as she crosses this single plank bridge, her future will be smooth, and ill fortune will turn to blessing.
As for Nell Harris, huh... she'll find a way; she won't allow that woman to exist in her world for long.
The Maid walked over: "Miss Fristy, perhaps you should get some rest in the bedroom."
Fristy Davis looked up, the grimace on her face transformed into a gentle smile: "Alright, I'll go upstairs then. My bedroom... is it still there?"
She asked cautiously.
The Maid nodded: "Yes, it's still there."
"Thank you."
