Chapter 17

• LYDIA MILLER’S POV.
• “Aunty, I can’t do that! Please don’t force me,” I said and hung up on her without hearing her voice, tears rolled in my eyes while I looked at my wallpaper on my phone. My mom and my dad were smiling and looked very happy, they were holding 3 months old me in their arms while taking the picture.
• They both left me, I still can’t believe they’re no more. They died in a car accident when I was 17 years old, all those things they left for me was taken by my uncle and aunty and they made me work like a maid in my house. I never talked back to them because they were the only people left for me, I was scared they would kick me out if I say something but everything changed when I got the job as assistant to Clarissa.