Celine's POV
"To Mr Cassian's room, he asked specifically that she clean his room," she answered with her head low, using one side of her eyes to signal me to bow my head.
"Well, she isn't going to clean Mr Cassian's room today or any other day, send Lisa to do the cleaning," she said, turning to leave.
"But ma…"
"What?... Did you want to say something objecting?" Mrs Damien yelled, stepping closer. "I asked you to send Lisa to his room, and that's final."
"I don't need Lisa doing any cleaning in my room. I sent for Celine, and that's my room mum. She's my slave, and that's the reason I brought her with me," Mr Cassian stated, his voice bouncing off the walls.
Laura adjusted on the base of the staircase as Mr Cassian descended it.
"Why object to me again, Cassian? She is your slave, which I know, but I assign duties in my house," Mrs Damien insisted.
My heart drummed within me, being the center of a battle between mother and son. I didn't want this, but I couldn't stop it.
