Tears streamed down the housekeeper''s face. She was panicking, unsure of what to do.


    “Madam, you don''t need the money! That vi is my son''s life! Please, don''t do this! I was wrong, I was truly wrong. Please let us go."


    The housekeeper begged for mercy, hoping she would let them off just this once.


    She had assumed the old madam only knew about the stolen jewelry, not the vi. But she knew everything.


    The old madam smiled faintly and walked slowly toward her. "Housekeeper, it''s true that I don''t need the money. But that doesn''t mean I should give it to an ungrateful wretch, does it?"


    A cold breeze swept through, lifting her silver hair and revealing a pair of deep, sharp, andmanding eyes.


    The housekeeper froze. An ungrateful wretch?


    Did the old madam also know about her dealings with Joanna?


    Just then, the doorbell rang.


    Panicked, the housekeeper turned to run.


    The old madam watched her back and shook her head slightly. The housekeeper could have worked until she was sixty, and she would have given her a generous sum, more than her retirement pension, so she could livefortably.


    It would have been a token of gratitude for her years of service.


    But she didn''t know the meaning of gratitude.


    The housekeeper pulled open the door and saw two police officers, with Natalie and Sebastian standing behind them.


    She stared at the officers in shock, knowing it was all over.


    She turned and screamed at the old madam, "Are you trying to drive me to my death? I''ve been like family to you for years, and you''re sending me to prison over this?"


    "For people at the bottom like us, opportunities, like this are all we have besides our own hard works! I''ve wasted my life catering to your every whim while you sat on a throne of gold. Don''t I deserve a taste of the life Thelped you maintain?"


    She truly had served the old couple diligently in the past.


    Everything changed after Joanna returned.


    Joanna''s ambition was contagious, and it had fueled her own.


    Joanna even had another n: to have the housekeeper push the old madam down the stairs during a visit and frame Natalie.


    But something came up, and Joanna had to cancel. If she had gone through with it earlier, the housekeeper wouldn''t be in this situation now.


    The old madam shook her head slightly. "Housekeeper, I never wanted you dead. You''re the one who wanted me dead. Have you forgotten about the slow-acting poison you were giving me?"


    Upon hearing the words "slow-acting poison," the housekeeper trembled violently. "What... what poison? I don''t know what you''re talking about, Madam. You can''t me everything on me."


    "Everything?"


    Sebastian''s icy voice cut in. He held up his phone, showing the housekeeper a video of her phone call in the garden just minutes earlier.


    "Mr. Griffith... you..."


    "Housekeeper, my grandmother has treated you well. But you repaid ker kindness with treachery. Go with the police. The holidays areing and the Griffith family has no ce for this kind of filth."


    He had wanted the housekeeper gone for a long time but had waited to see what Joanna would use her for.


    Without the housekeeper, Joanna would just bribe someone else, but it didn''t matter now.


    Joanna''s reach would no longer extend here.


    With a tormented expression, the housekeeper looked at Sebastian. With him involved, she would lose everything. She cursed at him, "Mr. Griffith you''re no saint either! No wonder you''re doomed to be unhappy for the rest of your life. You''re a blind fool! You treated Natalie, who took care of you for years, like dirt, and worshiped that little home-wrecker instead. Even in prison, I''ll be watching as you get knocked off your pedestal."