n it, the old woman barked, "Rachel, get the young lady to her room.

simple, yet Catherine never showed her an ounce of respect. They hurriedly carried me toward the

other shrieked, "Be gentle! Did she hurt herself? My baby, the docto

st like Catherine's. But where was Catherine? I looked down at my body-dressed in expensive Burberry, something I never w

the moment before I was carried in, when I jumpe

by her hair. We stared at each other.

"You're Beata! The girl we took in! If it weren't

The supernatural has hap

"Get her to the bed. Take care of her. Heal

nd to Catherine-I was pitying the body I

her marrow to live," Catherine's sickening father

son. Once, I dared glimpse inside, and they beat me

r. My body hurts... I can't

reverence. "Thank you," I said,

ong, Rachel

mind. Rest, Miss. Call

ything, I'll message Mrs. Smi

achel's eyes wid

atherine. I should be calling her "Mother." Realizing my mistake, I quickly co

e!" A servant call

's mother hovered, fretting. "Make sure you check her h

verything they did to

orough check. Aside from a slight arm fracture, nothing else seemed wrong.

, "No one has asked

iately. There can't be a single scratch on her! What if

erine's twisted father replied

he would be me. Her parents would be mine