Chapter 3

Those were the mother-daughter slippers I specially bought for Daisy and me, but now, Jane and Tim were wearing them instead.

Andy frowned, then handed over two pairs of disposable slippers. "Jane is our guest. Wear these for now."

Seeing me standing still, Marilyn jerked her chin toward the kitchen. "What are you waiting for? Go cook for us."

She acted like they were the real family while I was hired help.

Seeing Marilyn's arrogant look, I suddenly felt everything was absurd.

For years, I took her to the hospital every month for checkups.

However, she never treated me well.…