Chapter 14: DEATH CALL 1
MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: VALZER D'INVERNO, ANDREA VANZO.
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The hot sun burned her skin, but it was nothing compared to the sting of humiliation clawing at her. Slowly, as if in a daze, she began to walk down the long, winding drive.
She tried to ignore the mocking laughter from George, Lia, and Claudia. Indeed she had nothing. She had no money, no house, no family, she was all alone with money. Harlow didn't even know where to start from with her baby. She held her stomach as she walked.
With every step, the weight of shame grew heavier. Her heart pounded painfully in her chest, each beat reminding her of how low she had fallen, how little she had left. And then, from the shadows, she heard the laughter, the cruel, heartless laughter of servants who delighted in her suffering all the same.
Some pointed, others whispered to one another, their voices carrying on the cool night air. She has done nothing to these people, she barely even knew them.
"Look at her," one of them snickered, eyes glinting with malice.
"She's nothing but a disgrace," another murmured, not even bothering to hide the smirk on her lips.