Ella stood in a crowded alley, her eyes roaming across the row of small houses. She walked off the house in the corner, slightly secluded from the rest.
"Do it properly. Do you want your father to die?!"
A saucepan landed near Ella's feet and her eyes locked onto the figure sitting on the ground, wiping the floor.
"Clean it there too…" A man pushed his wheelchair out, instructing Violet, "The house has gotten so dirty yet instead of cleaning it, you'd rather fool around outside… Who are you?" The middle aged man's gaze snapped to Ella.
Ella finally moved her gaze away from Violet's figure and looked at the man, "Violet's friend."
Hearing the voice, Violet jerked upwards and turned around. Her eyes widened when she saw Ella, "Ella, why are you here…?"
She paused and turned to her father, "Dad, I have already cleaned up your room. Why don't you rest there for now? I will clean up the house in no time once I finish speaking to my friend…"
