After stepping out of the Zachman residence, Katrina dialed the driver's number and asked him to pick her up. Since the driver had just left, it did not take long for him to return.

Seeing the suitcase in Katrina's hands, the driver hurriedly got out of the car and placed the suitcase into the trunk.

Katrina entered the car and looked out of the window, staring at the brightly lit villa disconnectedly.

"Let's go. Take me out of this hellhole," she said, looking away. Exhausted, she leaned against the seat and closed her eyes.

The driver did not dare to say much. He quickly uttered a brief response and drove off.

As the sound of the engine drew farther away, Martha went downstairs grimly.

Shirley was sitting anxiously on the living room couch when she saw Martha approaching.

Hurriedly getting to her feet, she began, "Mrs. Zachman Senior-"

glared at her and slapped her

stared at Martha, surprised

was a disdainful laugh and another slap from Martha. She stood

latter

and know your place.

your side doesn't mean you can do all sorts of nonsense in this family. Who do you

we're casually providing for. Do

our family after forcing Katrina away?

better not to turn a blind eye to it. She

and asked softly, "Mom,

her head, looking as if

person who was supposed to help her did not show up. It was the first time Carlisle was

thought about it, the more anxious she felt. It

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