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Although her hair was still wet, Summer was already so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open. She climbed st onto Mrs. Mendes’s bed and lay down beside her.
The smell on Mrs. Mendes made her almost unable to bear it.
But in truth, she did not smell much better herself. Because they only had cold water these past few days, none of them properly showered.
Mrs. Mendes had already fallen asleep and was snoring.
Summer was already exhausted, but the noise kept her from sleeping. Irritated, she pushed Mrs. Mendes.
Sure enough, Mrs. Mendes’s snoring quieted a little.
Summer had just drifted into a daze when another basin of cold water was dumped directly onto her face.
She jolted from the cold.
In an instant, she shot up from the bed, screaming from the bone–deep chill. “Ah! Ah!”
Mrs. Mendes was affected too and sat up from the bed.
When Summer saw Dora standing there with a basin in her hands, her anger exploded.
“What are you doing? Are you insane?”
Summer roared.
She was already exhausted. Now, after being tormented by Dora like this, she felt as if she really was about to go mad.
Mrs. Mendes, who had also been splashed, looked furious. “Mrs/Wright, we’re all in the same boat now. Tormenting us like won’t do you any good!”
The work during the day had to be done by all four of them together.
If Dora made them sick, they would only have twice as much work tomorrow.
Dora snapped, “Who’s in the same boat as you? She’s the bitch who killed my Steven. You think I’m in the same boat as w What a joke!”
Just now, Dora had dreamed of Steven again.
These days, she dreamed of Steven very often
In truth, arver wie Steven passed away, she had dreamed of him constantly
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Summer’s crumbling eronsons Were pinned in place by that slap
Breathing rapidly, she looked at Dora
Dora was trembling with rage too. “Do you think I’ll still believe your lies? You killed my Steven. You bitch!”
Fiona had also been awakened by the commotion.
Seeing Summer in such a miserable state, Fiona, who had once been close to this sister–in–law, said nothing
Clearly, when it came to Steven, she could not forgive Summer either.
Summer said, “None of you believe me. None of you believe me anymore.”
No one believed her.
She had lost everything
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