Evelyn Lucas was beaten worst by Sylvia Scott yesterday.
Her face was half swollen. Early this morning, she vented her anger at the mirror. It took her a lot of effort to reduce the swelling with ice, and then she went downstairs.
"Mom... why are you mopping the floor yourself?" Evelyn Lucas reached the staircase and saw Tara Hammond kneeling at the bottom, mopping the floor.
From her angle, she couldn't see Maxwell Lucas and Theodore Lucas sitting in the living room.
Evelyn Lucas quickly walked over to help Tara Hammond up. "Mom, who was so blind to let you mop the floor here? If it's dirty, just tell the servants to clean it... You are Mrs. Lucas, how can you be allowed to toil!"
Evelyn Lucas lifted Tara Hammond's hand and saw her delicate fingers were red from the cold, making her expression turn chilly.
The servants in this house were becoming more and more incompetent!
