“What is your problem?” Sally shot back, her own already sour expression hardening.
Brinley glared at her. “What kind of attitude is that?”
Sally didn’t answer.
“Is that it?” Brinley sneered. “You think my mother is finished in Yoran Country, so now even you dare to disrespect me?”
It felt like everyone was trampling on her. Starla, Felix, and now even Sally, who was nothing more than a former servant from the Seabrook household. How dare she?
“Miss Brinley, no one is thinking about whether your mother can solve her problems or not,” Sally said, her voice flat. “The reality is that you’re under Starla’s thumb right now. If you don’t do this work, do you really want to stand out here in the snow all day?”
Did she still not grasp her own situation? What was the point of playing the princess now?
Sally’s words—“stand out here in the snow all day”—jolted Brinley back to reality. That was the cold, hard truth. Whether she liked it or not, she was utterly dominated by Starla. If she refused to work, Starla was more than capable of making her freeze in the snow all day.
To think that once-soft woman could be so ruthless now. Brinley finally understood what it meant to have truly messed with the wrong person.
Seeing Brinley still frozen in place, Sally pressed on. “Come on, let’s go. I’m freezing to death!”
No one can maintain perfect etiquette under such harsh conditions. Back at the Seabrook estate, Sally had been nothing but respectful to Brinley. Even before this ordeal at the Yelchin estate began, she had been polite. But now, forced into this miserable situation because of Brinley, Sally’s patience had worn thin.
The snow was thick and heavy, and clearing it all was no easy task, especially for two women who had never done such work before. Soon, Brinley was gasping for breath, completely exhausted.

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