Cora jabbed a finger at me, her face twisted with disgust.
"This is Beulah Henson. The freeloading stray I was just telling you about."
"Mooching off my family's place in the city wasn't enough for her. Now she's trying to worm her way into the estate my mom just bought me."
I stared at Cora, disbelief rooting me in place.
"Who told you this was a house your mom bought you?"
Cora let out a sharp, scornful laugh.
"My mom told me herself, obviously."
"You shameless little parasite. You latched onto my mother because she's a CEO, didn't you? Living in our house rent-free, hovering around her every second, desperate for her attention."
"Mooching off us and manufacturing every chance you could to get her alone wasn't enough for you? Now you want to come defile my villa too?"
"Let me spell it out for you. My mom said the only reason she let you stay was because your parents are dead and she felt sorry for you. So don't push your luck and start dreaming you can steal my place as her real daughter!"
Georgette had actually told Cora all of that?