“Polly should be doing this kind of work. Your hands are meant for racing, not cleaning the floor. If you get hurt, it will break my heart.”
His words stabbed into me like knives.
All my effort, everything I had done over the past five years, now looked like the biggest joke of all.
He didn’t even glance my way again. Instead, he held Adele’s hand as they walked to the master bedroom. Then he ordered the maid to bring her luggage upstairs.
“Adele has an important race coming up. She needs to rest well. Move out of the master bedroom and let her stay there. And make sure her meals are different every day—nutritious and well-balanced.”
It was like he was issuing orders to a servant. Like, I didn’t even have the right to say no.
As soon as Sebastian spoke, Christian ran over and wrapped his arms around Adele.
“Aunt, are you really going to stay with us for a few days? That’s awesome! I wish you were my mom. You could even teach me racing!”
The three of them, standing together like the perfect little family, made my chest ache.
Without a word, I turned and left the room. I hadn’t even made it far when there was a knock on my door.
Suppressing the irritation building inside me, I opened it.