"Alright." Hunter hung up without saying whether he'd be coming home or not.
Martha was frantic, looking at Serena, unconscious on the bed, her temperature already spiking at 102.6°F.
She opened the door and called out to Edith, who was standing by the entrance.
"Serena's running a fever. Go grab some fever patches. Also, get the kitchen to make something she likes."
"Are you ordering me around?"
"What do you mean?" Martha put on a haughty air. "Serena's sick. Isn't it your job as a servant to take care of her?"
"Why don't you?"
"I need to stay here and look after Serena!"
Edith stood in place, giving a cold laugh. "Serena hasn't apologized to Ms. Rose yet."
"What did you say?"
"Hunter said not to feed her until she shows remorse. If you want a fever patch, you can go get it yourself. My job is to stand here—"
"Edith, are you taking me for a fool?" Martha bristled with rage. "Who do you think you are?"
