No matter what Fiona did wrong, Dora always found a way to blame Yara for it in the end.
So when Dora told her to buy a place close to work, Yara had not objected.
At the time, she did not have much money of her own.
She had wanted to buy somewhere bigger, but Dora refused. So Yara had no choice but to accept it.
Dora said nothing.
Hearing Yara say that, her expression darkened.
“What do you mean, I refused? You were living alone. There was no reason to buy a place that big.”
“You’re right,” Yara said calmly.
There was no reason for one person to buy a large place.
Yet any property placed under Fiona’s name was either a villa or a luxury high-rise apartment.
And Fiona barely even stayed in them.
Dora opened the refrigerator and frowned. “Why is there nothing to eat in here? What kind of life are you living?”
Yara said, “I usually eat at work. You always told me that if I could eat at the office, I should. You said not to keep food in the fridge because it would just go bad.”
She was still a daughter of the Wright family.
Yet when she moved out to start working, all her mother had told her was to save money.
She had never lived like a daughter of the Wright family at all.
Dora’s expression turned even worse.
After searching through the cabinets, she finally found a few packets of instant noodles.
“Buy some groceries tomorrow. Fiona and I are depending on you now.”
There was no gratitude in her voice.
It sounded more like an order.
Yara lowered her eyes, hiding the emotion in them.
“I need to go back to the office and work late.”
With that, she turned to leave.
Then, remembering that she had to leave for a business trip the next day, she took a thousand dollars from her bag and placed it on the table.
“Go buy what you need tomorrow. I’ll be away on a business trip for a week.”

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