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    Jack broke into tears. “Dani’s just some evil woman showing up to eat our food!”


    Caiden flinched. He feared Dani just as much as he feared being sent to the mental institution again.


    Joyce turned to Tasha and snapped, “Next time Dani shows up, throw water on her. This is my house!”


    Tasha stood her ground. “I’ve seen the news. This ce belongs to Dani. She’s always lived here, even before the explosion. This is her home, not yours. I had no reason to stop her.”


    Joyce’s face turned red. “How dare you talk back? You’re just a servant!”


    Tasha didn’t blink. “Being a servant doesn’t mean I’m not human. If you were so sure of yourself, why didn’t youe downstairs and say that to her face instead of leaving me to deal with it?”


    Thankfully, Dani had been patient and polite with her. If it had been someone else, they would have taught her a lesson.


    While Dani had been there, Caiden and Joyce hid upstairs like frightened children. Now that she was gone, they tried to act like they weren’t scared.


    Joyce raised her hand in a rage, but Caiden stepped in and grabbed her wrist. “Why are you arguing with a servant? Figure something out. Dani won’t back down, and if she’s serious, we’re not staying here for long.”


    Tasha added, “She said she’s moving in tomorrow and told me to ask you both to move to the guest rooms downstairs. And just so you know, I’m done. I’ll be leaving tomorrow.”


    She’d already been thinking about quitting, but Caiden had begged her to stay because he liked how she cooked. They treated her like she didn’t matter. With her experience, Tasha could get another job anytime. Why should she put up with this kind of treatment?


    Without another word, she walked back to her room.


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    It was barely a livable space. Once a storage room, it had no windows. There were plenty of better rooms in the house. Joyce made sure she stayed in the worst one—because she believed that was what servants deserved.


    Joyce was still muttering angrily outside the door.


    A knock came on Tasha’s door not long after.


    It was Caiden.


    “Clean up the guest rooms tonight. We’re moving downstairs,” he said.


    Tasha lifted her brow, surprised.


    Dani didn’t look like much—slight, quiet—but they acted like she had them cornered.


    Tasha didn’t argue. She was getting paid, so she went straight to work.


    Meanwhile, in the living room, Joyce stood with her hands nted on her hips. “Why does Dani act like she’s better than us? She can’t even have kids. And now she wants me in a guest room? Downstairs? What if Jack grows up and refuses to take care of her?” Her voice was sharp with rage.


    “What’s the point of having money when there’s no son to carry her name? Who’s going to look after her when she’s old? Who’ll even show up at her funeral? She’s rich and still wants to live here with us? Honestly, that explosion should’ve ended her three years ago!”


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