Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 395

However, the moment Calista laid eyes on Yelena, those jumbled thoughts instantly faded away.

Seeing Yelena opening the door with sheer joy before paling was quite a satisfying sight to Calista.

“Dad, you mentioned she chose to be a free housekeeper in our home, right?” asked Calista.

Before Benedict could respond, Yelena timidly spoke up. “Yes... Callie, I've made many mistakes in the past, so I—”

“That's not how you should address me,” Calista interrupted her, his smile appearing particularly wicked beneath the crisscrossing scars. “What should you call me?”

Yelena hesitated before saying, “Ms. Calista.”

“Good!” Calista laughed, completely unconcerned about whether her actions were wrong or not. It was almost instinctive for her to make Yelena uncomfortable!

She said to Benedict, “How can it be fair for Mdm. Langley to work in our house without a salary? Dad, you should pay her at least as much as the security guard. After all, she may not necessarily be doing a better job than him.”

Benedict caught Yelena's desperate plea for help in her gaze, but he didn't react, simply going along with what Calista was saying. “All right, let's do it that way.”

At that moment, Yelena realized who truly held the reins in this household!

In her mind, she was frantically pondering about something. Isn't Calista supposed to be in the Fairchild family, rarely leaving the house? How did she return? Could it be that she came back to deal with me?

Yelena clenched her fist, forcefully suppressing the surge of resentment welling up within her. Calista has everything now, so why is she still causing trouble for me? Is he not satisfied until I'm driven to my demise?

She glanced at Benedict, and only then did her anxious heart settle. Anyway, as long as Benedict is still as easy to handle as before, I still have a chance.

Upon entering, Calista settled herself on the couch. Since she was often not home, Benedict was also frequently out. Thus, aside from the staff who cooked, cleaned, and guarded the house, there were no other housekeepers present.

Calista chuckled lightly. “Where's my coffee? It's not every day I return home. Can I not even have a glass of water?”

Upon hearing those words, Yelena instinctively looked towards Benedict. However, it seemed as if Benedict hadn't noticed her gaze at all. He simply headed upstairs to his study.

Left with no choice, Yelena could only respond, “I'm on my way...”

She poured Calista a cup of mocha, but considering the extent to which Calista had wronged her, she obviously wasn't going to serve Calista sincerely.