"Of course, you won't be working for nothing. I'll deduct it from your debt." Miles Xavier knew exactly what this mother-daughter pair was like, so he certainly wasn't going to let them off easy.
Rosalind Paxton pulled Angela Shaw along, nodding repeatedly with an obsequious air.
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Inside the room, lit only by a single floor lamp, Joan Shaw sat on the floor hugging herself, like a hollow shell whose soul had been ripped out.
She only lifted her head slightly when Rosalind and her daughter pushed the door open and walked in.
"What are you doing in here?" What was left to feel for this mother and daughter besides heartache?
"Joan, you didn't eat dinner and you've been cooped up in your room. We were worried about you," Rosalind Paxton said, sucking up to her as she nudged Angela Shaw beside her.
Angela got the hint and immediately nodded. "Yeah, Sis, what happened? Why do you look so sad?"
