Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1245

The maid hesitated. "Ms. Nixon, isn't this a bit too much?"

After all, Nyla was still Emerald's daughter. The weather was freezing, and she had already been locked in the attic.

Even though Emerald didn't care much for her, if something happened to Nyla, the one to take the fall wouldn't be Delia—it would be the maid herself.

Delia shot her a cold glance, eyes filled with contempt. "If you don't want to do what I asked, you can leave right now. The estate has no need for useless people."

The maid quickly relented. "I'll do it, Ms. Nixon! Please don't fire me."

"Then what are you waiting for? Go now!" Delia snapped.

The maid turned and rushed out, fetching a bucket of ice-cold water before heading to the attic.

…

At present, Nyla was sitting in the pitch-dark attic, slumped against the wall.

She had woken up early that morning, hadn't slept well, and had even gotten into a fight with Delia. Now, she was completely drained.

Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, the attic door suddenly creaked open.

Before she could even lift her head, a bucket of freezing water was dumped over her.

The attacker acted swiftly, slamming the door shut and scurrying away before she could react.

...

Back in Delia's room, the maid reported that she had done as instructed.

Delia smirked. "Good job. As long as you keep doing what I tell you, you'll be rewarded."

The maid looked uneasy. "Ms. Nixon, it's so cold, and there's nothing in the attic. What if something happens to Ms. Kinsey?"

She had only wanted a stable job to support her family—not to get involved in anything dangerous.

Delia chuckled. "Don't worry. Even if something does happen, no one will blame you."