"And the woman downstairs isn't my sister either. She isn't my sister!" Elara spoke as though she were trying to convince herself. Then she turned and ran."Elara! Elara!" Helena called after her, but Elara didn't slow down. She rushed down the stairs without a second glance.…Downstairs, Diana was soaked. Sweat plastered her hair to her forehead. She was exhausted, and her head was spinning.She couldn't understand how these people could be like this, finding one petty excuse after another to dump more work on her. She wanted to throw everything down and walk out. Unfortunately, Oscar wasn't here, Rebecca was nowhere to be found, and there was no one to dump it all on.Besides, something else kept her rooted in place. It was a quiet, stubborn conviction that she could handle this. She refused to believe a little housework was enough to defeat her.In the Chamberlain family, she had never been the capable one. Her sisters always seemed more important, more capable, while she dri
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