The Surgeon's Revenge: No More Mrs. Montgomery

doorbell rang. It wasn't the tentative buzz of a

tied in a messy bun. She opened the door

at with a small veil, even though it was a Tuesday morning.

finger by finger. She ran a bare finger along the edge of the foyer console

lia said. Her voice was like crus

exa said, pulling her robe t

n animal." Cornelia walked into the living room, claiming the space instantly. She sat on t

d to the principal's office. She shot a glare at Martha,

e is under immense pressure with the merger

cat," Al

bag and pulled out a piece of heavy cardstock. "This is the schedule fo

Alexa defended herself. "I can

people. Doing it yourself looks... desperate. It looks cheap

ng to be re

This is the Montgomery family. Appearance is cu

Ms. Emerson also insisted on cooking last nig

, honey. You really don't get it, do you? You a

reached out and tucked a stray strand of

, Alexa. Remember whose name protects you fr

thered. The family claimed her parents were involved in embezzlement and

rgotten," Ale

g as you are a burden to Fletcher, you

nspect the guest suites. I want to make sure t

her hands shaking so hard she had to grip the back of a chair. She saw a crystal vase

ve them the satisfaction. But she marked Martha'