NovelEnglishChapter 361 The Tables Turned
Third Person POV
“Oh... so because she had nowhere else to go, you brought her back here.”
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Aubrey’s gaze fixed on Jax. He lowered his head guiltily, unable to meet her eyes. After a moment,
he gritted his teeth and said, “Aubrey, if you're unhappy about it, I'll throw her out right now.”
For the first time, between her and Aurelia, Jax chose her.
But Aubrey felt nothing. Not even a flicker of warmth. She had long since given up expecting
anything from her father’s so-called love. She was no longer that little girl who would break herself
just to win his approval.
She had grown up. She no longer needed such things.
Aubrey let out a soft laugh. “No need. If you want to keep her, | don’t mind.”
In Jax’s startled eyes, Aubrey lowered her gaze to the butter cookie in her hand. After a moment’s
silence, she smiled faintly, set the cookie back on the plate, and stood.
“I'll go up and take a look at her.”
She started up the stairs.
Jax hurried to follow, afraid the two might fight. Inwardly, he sighed at the thought of the cookies
cooling on the table-still warm now, but they’d be cold by the tthey cback down. Still, it
didn’t matter. If Aubrey had returned once, she would surely return again. Next time, he could bake
fresh ones for her.
The moment they reached the second floor, Aubrey’s sharp hearing caught the faint sounds coming
from the master bedroom. A cold smile tugged at her lips. So Jax had even let Aurelia
stay
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtin the master bedroom. She couldn’t tell if it was because her father was too soft, or because
Aurelia’s manipulations were too sharp.
When Aubrey pushed the door open, Aurelia turned in surprise. At the sight of her, Aurelia’s face instantly
drained of color.
Aubrey couldn’t deny the satisfaction it gave her.
“Dad, you said she agreed to stay here as a free maid, right?”
Aubrey didn’t look back. Before Jax could answer, Aurelia said timidly, “Yes... Aubrey, | know I did a lot of wrong
before, so I..."
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“And how should you be addressing me?” Aubrey cut her off.
“...Ma’am.”
“Good girl.”
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Aubrey smiled. She didn’t care whether her behavior was cruel. All she wanted was to see Aurelia squirm.
She turned to Jax. “Since she’s a servant, how can she stay in the master bedroom? That storage room under the
stairs seems much more suitable. Move her there immediately.”
Aurelia shot Jax a panicked, pleading look. He hesitated, but in the end, he followed Aubrey’s words.
“Alright. That's how it'll be.”
In that instant, Aurelia realized whose house this truly was now.
Her fists clenched, her nails biting into her palms as she struggled not to scream.
Watching her forced endurance, Aubrey felt a surge of dark satisfaction. Any killer knew that death was
instantaneous-once someone died, their sins ended with them. But living was different. Living meant being
forced to pay, again and again, for what you had done.
Aubrey strolled a few steps forward and sat down in a chair. “Coffee? | finally cback and there isn’t even
coffee for me?”
At those words, Aurelia instinctively turned to Jax. But he deliberately avoided her eyes, as though he hadn't
heard.
Left with no choice, Aurelia muttered, “I'll get it...”
She prepared a cup of black coffee. But she couldn't truly serve Aubrey. She hated her too deeply. She spat into
the cup several times before bringing it over, face pale and timid, as if all the sharp edges of her former
arrogance had been ground down.
“Ma’am, please...”
Aubrey glanced at it, but didn’t take it. Instead, she gave Aurelia a faint, mocking smile.
“You were my stepmother for five or six years. And you don’t even know | don’t like black
coffee?”
Aurelia froze. Even after all the torment she had endured in the past two years, deep down she still
couldn’t shake the memories of when she lorded over Aubrey for half a decade. That
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contradiction left her both fearful and resentful, obedient on the surface but cursing inside.
“I... 1 don’t know what you like...”
“You don’t know?”
Aubrey’s voice was quiet, amused. She leaned back on the sofa, her tone dripping with superiority.
“If you don’t know, then learn. Or are you expecting me, the mistress, to teach you how to be a
servant?”
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