~Earlier~
Despite the cold welcome they received as they arrived the Brown family, Jessica never thought that anything would go wrong or that her home coming might be another ploy set by her sister but Risa’s confident smirk made her think and recall.
After her mother’s death, her stay in the Brown became painful and sorrowful. It was a nightmare that she would never ask to revisit. She had grown under the meticulous care of her mother and never experienced the hardheartedness of man.
George who is her father never regarded as his daughter. Whenever a report is presented to him, he will find a reason to blame. "Don’t be unreasonable Jessica, she is your younger sister", his tone cold and devoid of any emotion.
With no one to support her she was being plotted against at all time by Risa.
At first, she was wondering how her father will never believe her even when she is telling the truth but for Risa a little tear will make her the wronged one and despite her feigned tears she will smirk and challenge Jessica, sometimes she will taunt her and if she retorts she will be beaten as though she is a criminal.
With no one to back her up, she will retire to her room in tears, as time goes on that confident taunt and smirk became etched in her mind and had become a warning light for Risa’s action or planned action. It can be said to be the attitude of her knowing her enemy well. She will be a fool if the same method is to be used against her again and again.
But today is a different case, Davis Allen is with her and she must protect him and not let him suffer from Risa’s plot. Observing Risa’s confident smirk and her subtle glance at Davis she decided to find out the medicine she is selling in her gourd. With the excuse of going to her room to pick something she proceeded to investigate and luck was on her side that she didn’t search much.
As soon as she stepped into the hallway she saw a maid coming out of Risa’s bedroom clutching a nylon bag in her hand. Her steps flattering and her hands trembling as her eyes darted around the hallway making sure no one is in sight. She was nervous— a point that sold her out to Jessica. On seeing Jessica she flinched in shock but quickly masked her fear taking a bold step to bypass Jessica, who abruptly pulled her into her room without warning and the door shut with a thud.
The maid looked at her with fear, small beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, her hand trembling as she clutched the nylon tightly as though her life was dependent on it. Jessica gazed intently at Marina — the maid coldly sending shivers down her spine. Seeing the girl her age trembling incessantly at her voice Jessica wondered the kind of eyesight Risa had in picking people to work for her.
Marina felt her heartbeat accelerate to the point that she might pass out, she did not expect the task to be this difficult, looking at Jessica’s cold face she made a mental note of going to thank God should she escape from her while she reveled in her predicament, Jessica’s voice rang in her ears and she stiffened.
"Tell me what you are doing in Risa’s room?" Jessica questioned coldly, her eyes blazing a stark contrast to the harmless, obedient and simple girl that had left the Brown family few days ago after being called back from the Countryside.
Marina shook her head repeatedly, she wouldn’t dare admit whatever it was she is asking. She dare not reveal the truth. "Ma-ri-na--" Jessica called tentatively. Marina’s eye widened in shock, her heart skipped a beat. "No, she didn’t know my name, it’s just a guess, it’s just a guess", she murmured to herself.
"Are you planning on signing off your life to Risa and after use she will keep you under her thumb coercing you into doing things more dangerous than this or possibly discard you like some piece of rag?" Jessica questioned, a tinge of amusement in her tone while her eyes shone with mischief.
The question dropped like a bomb, shattering her resolve. Marina felt conflicted and confused on what to do, she had witnessed Risa’s heartless and wicked nature. She had over heard her talk about Jessica and her plans to destroy her. She couldn’t help but doubt her own existence... May be it is better to accept Jessica’s advice and tell her the truth. But—the consequences of her actions she will not dare to imagine. Though with the face of an angel, Risa is more heartless than a cat playing with a dying mouse.
Jessica observed her face changing with unspoken expressions. She got up from the bed and made for the door, as her hand touched the knob, Marina’s voice halted her "I will tell you but I might lose my life?" She quivered.
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