Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 338 Take Good Care Of Her

At that time, her grandmother had just died, and Calista had never seen the look on Yelena's face before. Her malice was so glaringly obvious that it made Calista clutch her clothes tightly while trembling.

In a state of confusion, she was hauled into the bathroom. Faced with a basin of cold water, she recoiled, refusing to move. Her hands were already frostbitten and swollen significantly. She had just applied some medicine. If she dipped her hands in cold water again, she would end up losing her fingers.

However, in the end, the housekeeper forced her hand into the water.

"Wash them! If you don't wash your dirty clothes properly, you're not leaving the bathroom today!"

After she spat out her harsh words, she turned off the heater and flung the windows wide open. The temperature plummeted to minus five degrees. Meanwhile, she stood behind the door, watching her through the window. They were separated by a mere door, yet one was as warm as spring while the other was trapped in the biting cold of winter.

"She really thinks she's here to live the high life and doesn't even bother to check her own worth. She even expects me to wash her clothes. How ridiculous!"

From behind the door, the faintly discernible voice of Rosalyn echoed. "You're nothing but an unwanted illegitimate child, yet you dare to act like a prominent young lady? Under Mrs. Stafford's rule, your life and death are in her hands! You better behave yourself!" Calista was crouched in front of the massive water basin, her hand already withdrawn, but still a bright, frostbitten red. She felt scared, yet also a sense of indignation and unwillingness.

Her hands trembled incessantly as if touching water was akin to surrendering to fate.

finally understood her place in this family. Without the presence of the two kind elders, she could only rely on herself. With these thoughts in mind, Calista took a deep breath and abruptly plunged her hands into

aware that disobedience would lead directly to her being cold and hungry. If Benedict didn't return home that night, she might suffer terribly with no one to turn

got on with the task. They snickered, calling her spineless and

a moment of carelessness, the fingernail of her right hand grazed a frostbitten spot on her left thumb, causing thick blood to seep out. The blood mingled with the soapy water, and even though it should have hurt, she

longer, she burst into tears. Yet even amid her sobbing, she continued to do the laundry. She wanted to finish quickly and return to

finished washing her

her own wounds. Her hands trembled as she put on gloves. Her body was chilled to the bone. Clutching her blanket, she wept until she gradually fell

feet. She was determined to lodge a complaint, to show Benedict what Yelena had done to her hands. But as she was

do, Benedict...

she hates this home. She doesn't even want the housekeepers to touch her clothes, insisting on washing them herself. Now her hands are injured. I tried to give her medicine, but she threw it away. Her hands must be terribly hurt. I just don't know what she's trying

guilty. Mom and Dad are gone and

even if she went and complained, Yelena could easily claim that she had intentionally injured her fingers to frame her, simply out of dislike for

she didn't hold any resentment toward Benedict. According to her grandmother's teachings, Benedict was a man of

his