Chapter 361
Serena repeatedly tapped the sole of her shoe against Isabella’s cheek, each mocking strike a profound humiliation.
She didn’t dare move a muscle.
“Whether you stay or go is up to me.” Serena nonchalantly lifted her foot. “If you don’t start acting like an obedient pet, you and Agnes will be sent packing from the Lancaster family p>
As if tossing out the trash, Serena grabbed Isabella and threw her out of the room.
The door slammed shut with a sharp crack.
Isabella stood in the hallway, trembling with rage. Her face burned with a stinging pain, and the humiliation was overwhelming.
Furious, she could only bite her lip, swallowing the anger that churned in her stomach.
She didn’t dare make a scene, so she scurried back to her room in a disheveled state.
The door slammed shut with a loud bang.
Looking in the mirror, she saw her swollen face, messy hair, and red-rimmed eyes- a picture of utter misery.
She let out a shriek of rage, grabbing whatever she could and smashing it wildly on the floor.
Objects crashed to the ground with a harsh, clattering sound.
She screamed, venting all her frustration.
How could this be happening?
How dare that damn country girl treat her this way!
Her own parents had never let her suffer such humiliation. How dare that hick do this to her!
Just then, a knock sounded at her door.
Isabella’s crying and screaming stopped instantly, her heart skipping a beat.
Her eyes shot to the closed door.
Could it be… Mother?
Did she finally remember to come and comfort her?
Isabella clenched her fists, a sliver of eager hope rising in her chest.
She wanted to throw herself into her mother’s arms, to hold her and cry about how wronged she felt.
But p>
Seeing the mess in her room and her own ghastly appearance p>
How could she open the door?
How could she let her mother see this p>
Isabella frantically sat up, wiped her tears, and ran a hand through her hair, trying to make her voice sound normal. Im sleeping… I’m not
feeling well, I want to rest.
The voice from outside was Agnes’s, deliberately hushed. “Miss Isabella, it’s me, Agnes p>
Isabella paused.
It wasn’t her mother p>
Had her mother still not thought to check on her?
A wave of disappointment washed over Isabella, a sour feeling that made her want to cry again.
Perhaps in that moment, she truly needed someone by her side.
After a moment’s hesitation, she walked over and opened the door.
Agnes was carrying a small first-aid kit. She glanced nervously from side to side before slipping quickly into the room and closing the door behind her.
When she saw the swelling and tear stains on Isabella’s face, and the chaos in the room, her heart ached.
“Oh, my dear girl, how could they do this to you? That savage from the countryside is too vicious p>
Isabella looked at the first-aid kit in Agnes’s hands and then at Agnes’s pained expression, a bittersweet feeling welling up inside her. Agnes, you… how p>
Hadn’t her mother banished Agnes to the back garden, forbidding her from coming near the main house?
Agnes took Isabella’s hand and sat her down, her heart breaking. “I’ve worked for the Lancaster family for so many years, I still have a few friend here. Tessie, the one who cleans the second floor? got her that job. She saw you come out of that girl’s room looking like you’d been beaten and told me right away. I waited for your mother and father to go to bed before finding a way to sneak up here p>