Chapter 3 Her Arrival

• The next morning, the housekeeper arrived at the door.
• She really couldn't wait.
• The strong scent of perfume wafted through the air.
• The woman at the door was carrying a suitcase, wearing a white V-neck short dress. Her long hair cascaded down to her waist. She had a small face and large eyes.
• She raised her hand to brush a strand of hair behind her ear and sweetly called out, “Hello, I'm Isabella Sutton!”
• Looking at her appearance, I couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
• What kind of housekeeper dresses like a tramp?
• Despite my composed facade, I let a hint of calculated confusion slip through. “And you are?”
• Immediately, footsteps echoed from behind.
• Roger walked over and introduced, “This is the housekeeper I told you about, Isabella Sutton.”
• I looked at the woman and frowned.
• “Darling, isn't this housekeeper a bit too young?”
• Isabella leaned closer to Roger, gently waving her hand.
• “I'm actually just a few years younger than you. Perhaps you misunderstood because I've taken good care of myself.”
• Her tone was smug as she looked me up and down while speaking.
• I had just come out of the kitchen, my body smelling of oil and smoke. I was wearing a worn-out grey apron with a tear in the cuffs.
• This apron should have been replaced long ago, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
• My hair was casually tied in a low ponytail, and I had no makeup on. The trivial household chores made me look older than I was.
• I was vastly different from Isabella.
• Roger looked at me, and there was a trace of disdain in his eyes.
• Pretending not to notice, I swiftly removed my old apron and draped it over Isabella.
• Before she could react, the strong smell of cooking oil overwhelmed her, causing her to choke. With teary eyes, she asked what was happening.
• I turned to Roger, a blissful smile on my face, and took his arm.
• “I'm sure your cooking skills are amazing. From now on, you'll be responsible for all the cooking.”
• Turning to Roger, I added, “It's so sweet of you to hire a housekeeper to take care of us.”
• The words Roger had been about to say were cut off by mine, and he barely managed to force a smile.
• Isabella blanched for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure.
• She flashed a sweet smile, casting a subtle flirtatious glance at Roger before swiveling around to head toward the kitchen.
• In the bedroom, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror and was struck by the sight of my own sallow cheeks.
• A moment of disorientation washed over me.
• Once upon a time, I too was a young girl with delicate skin.
• Having two children and dealing with endless household chores had completely transformed me.
• I no longer took care of my skin daily or dressed up meticulously like I once did.
• Shopping for clothes with friends had turned into daily trips to the farmer's market.
• My shopping cart on Amazon was full of various children's supplies.
• Even the short-form video platform I used for entertainment recommended tips on parenting and a hundred ways to deal with kids.
• I thought all of this was for the sake of our family, but in the end, I ended up with such a tragic fate.
• Bang!
• There was a loud noise from the living room.
• A few minutes later, my youngest daughter ran in, holding her head high and calling out in a sharp voice, “Mom, how could you bully Ms. Pretty into cooking? I saw her sweating! You should go help her!”
• I lowered my eyes and looked at her face, which resembled mine in some ways, feeling a numbness in my heart.
• Believe it or not, some children were born evil.
• They were born just to torment you.