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 Calista was crouched in front of the massive water basin, her hand already withdrawn, but still a bright, frostbitten red.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.

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 the water, beginning

return home that night, she might suffer terribly with no one to turn to for justice. She

she vigorously scrubbed the clothes. The housekeepers watched from behind, surprised that she didn't resist and just got on with the task. They snickered, calling her spineless and saying she

back the tears. In a moment of carelessness, the fingernail of her right hand grazed a frostbitten spot on her left thumb,

any longer, she burst into tears. Yet even amid her sobbing, she continued to do the laundry. She wanted to finish quickly and return to her room. She never knew before how much she could despise

last, she finished washing her clothes, her

she put on gloves. Her body was chilled to the bone. Clutching her

home. Upon seeing her own hands, battered and bruised, Calista immediately rose to her feet. She was determined to lodge a complaint, to show Benedict what Yelena had done to her hands. But as she

I do,

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

guilty. Mom and Dad are gone and Callie

realized that 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 her. Yelena

toward Benedict. According to her grandmother's

for his family.