“The madam and the old master have said countless times that they only recognize Natalie as their granddaughter-inw. They never said anything about recognizing you."


    "Ms. Scott, I took precautions precisely because I heard them say that. If you want to me someone, me those two old fossils. They''re the ones who never gave you a chance."


    The housekeeper hung up after she finished speaking.


    Stirring up trouble on both sides felt wonderfully satisfying.


    If she was going to be miserable, then Joanna wasn''t going to have an easy time either.


    The housekeeper quickly called her son and exined everything. Steeling herself, she turned and went back inside.


    That damned old woman was already rich. What was the big deal about her taking a few pieces of jewelry?


    For more than a decade, she had catered to her every need, and it had been exhausting work.


    The housekeeper returned, acting as if nothing had happened, and saw the old madam eating breakfast.


    A strange thought urred to her. She had been giving the old madam a slow- acting poison for so long, so why was she still so healthy?


    She hadn''t had an opportunity since the chef was reced.


    The food was always brought up by the chef and another maid, Diana, giving her no chance to add anything to it.


    If that old woman died, she could get away with at least twenty million dors worth of valuables.


    The Griffith family was just too wealthy.


    An ordinary person like her could never umte that kind of fortune in several lifetimes.


    The old madam watched the housekeeper enter, knowing she had overheard her phone call to Natalie earlier.


    She hadn''t tried to hide it; in fact, she had deliberately spoken loudly. If the housekeeper heard, she heard. She was a woman who had fought her way up through elite circles her whole life. Did they really think she couldn''t handle a petty, thieving housekeeper?


    What the housekeeper didn''t know was that the old madam had surveince on her phone and could see their every move. Ever since Natalie had told her that the housekeeper was one of Joanna''s people, she had been prepared.


    When the time was right, she would let the housekeeper unravel in her own panic.


    The most terrifying moment for a person isn''t when the truthes out, but in the agonizing uncertainty just before it''s exposed.


    She had even heard her phone call in the garden.


    That little brat, Joanna, did she think she was some kind of mastermind, with everything under her control?


    She had already sent the video to Sebastian.


    Her grandson was her only pir of support.


    "Where have you been, housekeeper?" the old madam asked with a calm, smiling voice.


    The housekeeper looked at the old madam''s smile. It was kind, and her eyes were gentle, but a chill ran down her spine.


    “Madam, I... I went to the backyard for a look. The view is quite nice in the morning," the housekeeper said with a smile.


    It was a flimsy excuse, but the old madam seemed to believe it.


    "Oh! What a fine hobby you have.. Enjoying the scenery on a cold morning? There''s a mountain of work to be done in this house, you have time to admire the view?" The olddy''s voice was still serene.


    and


    The housekeeper''s heart sank further. The old woman''s words were impossible to


    read.


    Her gaze shifted, unable to meet the old madam''s eyes.


    The old madam narrowed her eyes and gestured toward the kitchen. "Go have some breakfast. You''ll need a full stomach to have the strength to put up a fight.” The housekeeper was stunned.


    She pressed her lips together to hide her nervousness, looking at the bejeweled old woman. She had been Born into a prestigious family and even in her old age, her every movement was graceful.


    That effortless poise made her blood boil with envy. They were both just women, so why was the olddy berinto such luxury while she had to scrap for every cent?


    The more the housekeeper thought about it, the more resentful she became.


    Seeing her standing frozen, the old madam prompted her, “Housekeeper, today''s breakfast is quitevish. Aren''t you hungry?"


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