Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 186

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 186 – Landed In A Devil’s Den

“The house is through the field, but don’t worry, the tall gra*s*s helps with protection,” Pamela said, making me walk behind her and reminding me to memorize the way.

“I heard what happened at the mansion. These people of higher status are all the same. They make us work our a*s*ses off for them, and once they no longer have anything to gain from us, they toss us aside,” she sighed, probably reminiscing over the past.

The exhausting sounds from her lips were pretty clear indications of her grief. I could recognize those sighs from miles apart.

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“There!” She stopped after coming out of the tall gra*s*s and stood in front of a broken house in the middle of the fields.

“Your new home,” she said, welcoming me. My mom was still outside the house, as Pamela didn’t open the door for her until she had collected me. My mother’s face was yelling that she was mortified to be at this place.

Pamela led us inside a house with three stories.

“You two can stay on the ground floor. I’ll be on the second floor,”’ Pamela smiled, gesturing at the room on the ground where she asked us to settle our stuff. There was one bedroom on the ground floor, along with a kitchen, bathroom, and lounge.

“What about the third floor?” my mom curiously asked.

“My son lives there,” Pamela answered, but her face made it evident she didn’t want to talk about her son.

“Your son doesn’t know we are coming over?” Mom asked, making me shake my head at her. She had just arrived and was already crossing boundaries. If Pamela didn’t want to introduce her son to us, she shouldn’t be pressured, but of course, my mom didn’t know what privacy meant.

“He likes to stay in his room.” Pamela had a frown on her forehead now that she had talked about him again.

“He must be old enough, then. No offense, but you don’t look like a young mother to me. How old is he?” Mom continued pestering her.

“Here! All set. I’ll bring you dinner here.” Pamela visibly ignored my mother and left the room to prepare dinner for us.

“Her att*itude will make you think she is the lost queen of dragon land,” my mom scoffed before she wrinkled her nose while taking a full spin and scanning the room.

“What is this place?” she sighed as she flopped into bed.

Be grateful we are not dead,” I said, walking over to the window and looking outside. All I could see was tall gra*s*s.

“This place is giving me anxiety,” Mom complained.