Chapter 691
- Summer shrank her neck and glanced around. The maids were nowhere in sight.
- She crouched and tilted her face up to look at Ms. Lovestone, whispering, "Aunt Jasmine, what do we do?"
- "Do what?" Ms. Lovestone let out a bitter laugh. "What else can we do? Pretend we don't know. Your Uncle Bertram feeds and clothes us. If we meddle and he gets pissed, he could throw us out. That'd be shooting ourselves in the foot."