My Bratty Wife

Doris looked up, startled by Cassandra’s sudden entrance and her tear-streaked face. "My lady! What’s wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Cassandra shook her head, unable to speak. She sank onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

Doris rushed to her side. "My lady, please! Tell me what happened."

Cassandra finally managed to choke out the words, her voice trembling. "I... I overheard my father and the countess... They were talking about me... about the wedding..."

Doris waited patiently, her hand resting gently on Cassandra’s shoulder.

"They... they don’t care about me," Cassandra sobbed. "Just like mother who left me, abandoned me." She continued in between sobs. "They only care about the land... about the money. They said... they said they were getting rid of me."

Doris’s eyes flashed with anger. "That’s... that’s terrible," she whispered.

Cassandra looked up at Doris, her eyes filled with pain. "They don’t care about what happens to me, Doris. They just want the land and money."

Doris held Cassandra’s hand tightly. "My lady, you mustn’t give up hope. We’ll figure this out. We’ll find a way."

Cassandra shook her head. "I don’t know what to do, Doris. I feel so... trapped."

Doris squeezed Cassandra’s hand. "You’re not trapped, my lady. You’re strong. And you’re not alone." She paused, thinking quickly. "We need to be careful. We need to think about what to do next."