All Chapters of Nine Ungrateful Sisters: Chapter 511 - Chapter 520

Right then, a crowd of people pushed through the restaurant entrance, and the dining room became loud and chaotic in an instant.Barbara cut the conversation short and told Amara to read the room and keep moving.Amara nodded, picked up the pot, and went from table to table pouring coffee for the new arrivals.Barbara grabbed the tablet and started taking orders.Something felt off about the way these people were looking at her, but she couldn't stop to think about it.By the time Amara finished serving coffee, Barbara was already back at the service station waiting for her, wearing an expression Amara couldn't read."Every single one of them ordered steak. And every single one of them asked for you to cut it into strips," Barbara revealed.'What?' Amara nearly stumbled.She looked across the dining room. Every table was watching her with the same easy smile. Hector most of all. He raised his glass toward her, then turned and raised it toward the new arrivals one table after an

Barbara watched Amara closely, genuinely unsettled. "Are you sure you're all right?"What had happened to this woman? What was going on inside her head?"I'm fine. Really." Amara steadied her expression. "Thank you. I'll go help in the kitchen."She couldn't allow herself to think about Oscar's kindness. She focused only on his faults. The moment she let anything else in, the pain behind her eyes became unbearable.Barbara watched her walk away and shook her head, but she didn't press further. Every family carried its own burdens, and it wasn't her place to pry. Whatever Amara was wrestling with, it had to be something enormous to leave her in such a state.Amara stepped into the kitchen. The woman washing dishes was somewhere in her 50s, about the same age as their old housekeeper, Polly. She gave Amara a nod and continued scrubbing without a word.When the body repeated the same tired motion over and over, the mind found its own way to fill the silence. The things you didn't wa

But today Clara had needed to work, and the long nails had gotten in the way. She had clipped them off without hesitation.She had never done physical work like this before. At first, she hadn't known to wear gloves. By the time the shop owner told her to put some on, blisters had already formed across her palms and fingers.Her hands were a mess, marked by cuts from flower stems, scratches from thorns, and blisters swollen but not yet broken.The damage to her hands was visible. Everything else remained hidden.She refused to think about what Amara was going through at that restaurant. Whatever she imagined was probably worse than the reality. Or maybe it wasn't.She finally arrived at the hospital.Outside the ward, a stern-faced middle-aged man was berating a young woman in a sharp, carrying voice. "Why wasn't I told sooner? If she couldn't handle the work, why was she hired at all?"The man doing the scolding was the restaurant manager.The woman enduring it was Barbara. Am

When Hilda went to collect her pay, the flyers remained undelivered. They had nearly made her pay for them.Clara walked over to the group. "Hilda, what happened? Did someone give you trouble?"Hilda straightened the moment she saw Clara approaching. Her expression turned uncertain. "No, nothing like that. I just didn't earn anything today. I'll skip the guesthouse tonight and find a quiet park somewhere to make do."She lowered her gaze, unable to meet Clara's eyes. Everyone else had gone out and come back with something. She had returned with nothing. How could she take up a bed in good conscience?Yet even through her embarrassment, something else occurred to her. 'Wait. Why is Clara back at this hour? She should still be at work.'"Clara, why..."The others looked over as well. Three of them had gone out that morning. Now only one of them had any earnings to show for it. Would Amara's income be enough to support all six of them?Giana broke the silence. "I'm already past 16

"Once those clothes are gone, she won't have a single thing left to connect her to this family."Diana pressed her lips together. "Then sell mine. You all need to go out and find work. You need to look presentable. But I'm staying home to look after Elara and Freya. I don't need anything expensive for that."By a strange coincidence, they had all been dressed in good clothes on the day Amara drove them out of the house. All except Freya, who had been in bed and was still wearing her pajamas."Same for me," Giana added quietly. "I'm writing from home anyway. There's no reason for me to wear something like this."Clara said nothing. She simply rested a hand on each of their shoulders for a moment.The clothes they had worn on a day so important to the family were more than just clothes. Every piece had been chosen with care. Selling them meant watching something meaningful end up on a stranger's back.That was a particular kind of loss."I'll go find something to change into."Th