My MIL Treated My Mom s Country House like a Resort I Taught Her No One Was There to Serve Her

being everybody’s maid.”

Her expression told me I’d gone too far.

Then footsteps sounded overhead.

Mom stared at the board.

“Oh, Lord.”

Susan came downstairs 15 minutes later wearing a linen cover-up and sandals, already dressed for a day on the deck.

She walked straight to the coffee machine.

There was no coffee.

Mom made a tiny movement beside me.

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