Chapter 157 Wash My Feet

Melody and Levian looked at each other. They knew exactly who the butler was talking about.

Melody lifted her chin and ordered, "Bring her in."

Evelyn walked in as the servants opened the doors.

Although it was clear that Evelyn had made an effort to freshen up before arriving, it did little to conceal the traces of her rough journey.

She had huge dark circles under her eyes and seemed utterly distraught. She appeared to have run herself ragged.

It was obvious that life on the farm had not been easy.

"Good evening, Melody," Evelyn said after a servant led her inside.

Melody presented a chilly demeanor. She neither offered Evelyn a seat nor gave her so much as a glance. She hummed indifferently as a response.

To remain silent was the ultimate display of disdain. Evelyn's pride was severely wounded by this reply, especially when Melody stood dazzlingly before her.

It was in sharp contrast to Evelyn's plain and unremarkable appearance. The stark contrast caused Evelyn to clench