She didn’t let herself relax until she stepped into the bathroom.
Marian set the bathwater just right, steadying Patricia as she eased into the tub. “The doctor said you’re only just starting to get better. Don’t push yourself so hard. Take it slow.”
“I know.” Patricia leaned back, her brows drawn tight.
She just couldn’t take another day of this.
For two years now, the label cripple had clung to her like a curse. It was humiliating. The Newtons looked so proper and grateful on the surface, but underneath, not one of them was decent.
Martin Group, which should have been hers, was now in someone else’s hands.
She’d never felt so powerless.
“If anyone comes by, just handle it. Don’t bother me,” she said.
“Okay.”
…
“Where’s Patricia?
“Please have her come downstairs.”
“Ma’am, she just got back from rehab and finally fell asleep,” Marian said, rushing to block Kelly as she tried to march upstairs.
“I said, bring her down.”
“Why not have a seat, ma’am? She’ll be up soon anyway.”
“Marian,” Kelly’s voice was cold, “I’ve only put up with you this long because of the Parsons family. Don’t think I don’t have a temper.”
Kelly had never liked Marian. This housekeeper acted like she had more say in things than Kelly herself.
“I hope you understand, ma’am. I’ve watched Pattie grow up since she was a kid. Of course I care about her, but in the end, I just want what’s best for them.”
Everyone knew how to play nice.


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