Chapter 138 The Mother Figure

• Clara and Ivy stormed into the grand mansion, their faces twisted with fury, fists clenched at their sides. Their footsteps thudded against the marble floor, echoing the anger radiating from them. Clara’s heart burned with the determination to teach that mere maid a lesson for betraying the Sinclairs. Martha was going to regret it for the rest of her life.
• “Martha!” Clara bellowed, standing in the center of the grand hall of her mansion, her voice like thunder, shattering the silence.
• Upstairs, old Martha froze mid-step on the landing. She had been dusting the room upstairs when Clara’s voice reached her. The duster slipped from her hands as her heart dropped. Her body trembled as she slowly emerged at the top of the staircase, her aged hands gripping the banister for support.