"My mom cares a lot about our reputation, you have no idea what this woman did to her in the past. She's a cold-blooded woman, otherwise why didn't my mom get a single penny after my dad's death, even though she was his legal wife. All the company and properties were taken over by my sister. Over the past years, my mom has had a hard time because of her."
Hammer furrowed his brows, "Got it, Ms. Beatrice."
With a smug look, Beatrice left.
Agnes waited in the living room for a while.
Hammer came in, "Ms. Agnes, your room is ready. Please follow me."
Agnes got up and followed Hammer upstairs.
He led her to an attic at the top of the house.
The moment he opened the door, a musty smell hit her.
It didn't look like a guest room at all. There was nothing but a bed, and the ceiling sloped down so steeply that you could hardly stand upright on the bed.
For a mansion with hundreds of rooms, they took her to an attic?
Hammer seemed to pick up on Agnes' confusion.
He said with a smile, "I'm sorry. You mentioned you need a firm bed, and this is the only room in the mansion with a firm bed. It's late now, and it's not convenient to move the bed. You can stay here for tonight, and I'll arrange something else tomorrow."
Agnes knew the score, the so-called firm bed was just an excuse.
It was probably Laura or Beatrice who had told him to make her stay uncomfortable.
But Agnes didn't care.
She felt it didn't matter where she stayed, as long as she had a place to stay.
Agnes said with a smile, "This attic is fine, I'll stay here. Thanks for your effort, Hammer."
Hammer didn't expect Agnes to be so chill.
"Ms. Agnes, feel free to let me know if you need anything," Hammer said before leaving.
Agnes went in.
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