Chapter 165. Worrying Condition

Ellie's POV

Last on the list, not when this black witch and its miniature are the first things that greet my eyes when I saunter inside. They are here, peacefully perched on the comfortable leather couches, browsing their phones like nothing out of the ordinary is going on. Are they for real?

These fucking lazy bones! Black witches! Useless arses! Shouldn't they be taking care of my father right now? Their level of uselessness is just terrific! The witches aside. Nanny I don't spare them more glances, and neither do I waste my energy greeting them.

I have declared my presence, and their gazes after catching sight of me just exhibit how dumbfounded they damn are to see me. Well, the queen of the castle is back, and while I look after my father, I should also work on the unsettled scores! Mental note: Ellie Marrie Riccaford is back. I hope they are ready, but more than that, I hope they steer clear of my business.

I take up the long, irritatin