A Widow's Poison A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 736

Whenever Xenia messed up, the blame somehow miraculously landed on Susanna's shoulders. So, when Darleen suggested buying an apartment near the office, she readily agreed. But she had barely any savings at the time. When she asked for help securing a larger place, Darleen refused, leaving her with no choice but to settle for the tiny unit.

Darleen's face flushed with irritation. "What do you mean, I wouldn't let you? You were living alone! There was no need for a massive place."

"You're right," Susanna replied flatly.

She had been living alone, so she didn't need the space. Yet, Xenia casually owned multiple sprawling villas and penthouses that she rarely even visited.

"Why is the fridge completely empty? How are you even surviving?" Darleen snapped, rummaging through the kitchen.

"I usually eat at the corporate cafeteria. You're the one who told me to eat at work to save money and not to stock the fridge so things wouldn't expire," Susanna fired back.

She was supposed to be a wealthy heiress. Yet the moment she moved out to start her career, her own mother treated her like a burden, constantly lecturing her about frugality. She lived nothing like a woman from a prominent family.

Hearing her own words thrown back at her made Darleen's expression turn downright ugly. She finally scrounged up some instant noodles from a cabinet. "Make sure you buy groceries tomorrow. Your sister and I are relying on you to feed us now."

She didn't sound the least bit apologetic. It sounded like an order.

Susanna lowered her eyes, masking her resentment. "I need to head to the office to work overtime." She turned toward the door, then remembered she was leaving town the next day. She pulled a hundred-dollar bill from her purse and left it on the counter. "Buy your own food tomorrow. I'm going on a business trip for a week."

Darleen picked up the bill and scoffed. "This is it? You're giving us this little?"

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