“Why shouldn't I? Even if you come from a scandalous background, you remain a Larson!"

Tilda gazed down at her. “You're sorely lacking in manners and decency. As your elder sister, if your mother hasn't taught you how to behave, then it falls to me!"

Tilda stood tall and imposing.

Ivy, seething with anger, turned to the middle-aged woman behind her.

"Grab her for me!"

The woman, a servant of the Larson family, hesitated. "I..."

She couldn't believe she was being asked to lay hands on Tilda.

“Refusing to listen to me? I'll have you fired by tomorrow!" Ivy snapped.

The servant looked at Tilda, her gaze flitting as she considered her next move.

The Larson family was known for their generous pay to their staff.

Having served the Larson family for years, she was well aware of the dynamics at play.

Despite Tilda being the firstborn, she wasn't the favored one.

Crossing Ivy seemed like a worse option. Ivy could do things Tilda might not.

Resolved, the servant stepped forward and grabbed Tilda's arm.

Tilda's expression cooled. "Release me!"

Ignoring Tilda's demand, the servant held on tight.

“Bring her over!" Ivy ordered.

“Alright, the servant said, pulling Tilda towards Ivy with surprising strength."

Thanks to her years of hard work, she was more than capable of handling Tilda's resistance.

Tilda struggled, but the servant brought her directly to Ivy without issue.