My Nanny’s Daughter Pretended To Be Me Chapter 03

My Nanny’s Daughter Pretended To Be Me Chapter 03

Chelsea persisted, asking, “Do you want to sit on my side today? I’ll let you.” 

I shook my head and said, “No. I want you to get out of my car. From now on, don’t come back to my house either.” 

In an instant, Chelsea’s face turned ghostly pale. 

My voice wasn’t loud, and the surrounding crowd couldn’t hear clearly, still gossiping away. 

“A maid’s daughter, daring to make the young miss wait. What an attitude!” 

“Of course, she’s just taking advantage of Chelsea’s kindness. She knows Chelsea won’t do anything to her.” 

***** 

At that moment, Elian, sporting a black eye and limping, showed up, shouting, “Kinsley, if you keep bullying Chelsea, I’ll fight you!” 

Seeing him losing his temper, I couldn’t help but think he was indeed a loyal dog. 

Too bad the one he was licking was the maid’s daughter he despised. 

If I kept hitting him, he’d end up in the hospital, and I didn’t want to escalate things, so I ignored him. 

Meeting Chelsea’s pleading eyes, I said without mercy, “Didn’t you hear me? Get out of the car.” 

Chelsea immediately locked the car doors, her eyes bloodshot from frustration. 

After all, if I drove off, her two years of carefully constructed “princess dreams” would collapse in an instant. 

“Kinsley! What do you want from me? Why do you 

keep humiliating me? Is it because my mom is a 

maid that you think you can bully me? Don’t forget. I‘ m still your tutor!” 

Not wanting to argue further, I turned to Darien in the driver’s seat. “Darien, could you open the door and help me get her out?” 

Darien glanced at the sobbing Chelsea in the backseat, hesitated, and said, “Miss… sometimes it‘ s better to let it go. She’s been through enough…” 

I was shocked by how far Chelsea’s brainwashing had reached. Even my family’s driver had been poisoned. 

Before I could respond, Chelsea suddenly broke down, wailing, “Darien, please, drive away! I can’t take it anymore! Kinsley’s trying to drive me to suicide! Please, Darien, I’ll kneel! Please, drive, please!” 

I couldn’t believe it. Darien, who worked for my family, gritted his teeth and hit the gas, driving my family’s car and spraying exhaust fumes right at me. 

Behind me, the crowd burst into laughter. 

Elian and the others were holding their stomachs, laughing so hard they could barely stand. 

“Looks like Chelsea finally saw the light! This arrogant bitch doesn’t deserve any face. Why not make her walk back?” 

“The villa’s a long way from here. I think Kinsley will be sleeping on the streets tonight…” 

“Good for her. She deserves it!” 

***** 

Despite the mockery, I dialed a number. 

Ten minutes later, Darien slammed the brakes, parking the car in front of me. Without a word, he unceremoniously tossed Chelsea out of the car. 

He then bowed deeply to me, saying, “Sorry, Miss, please get in the car…” 

Throughout the drive, Darien kept apologizing, his face flushed with embarrassment. 

“Miss, I was just momentarily blinded. Please, for the sake of all the years I’ve worked for the 

Foreman family, don’t cut off the funds for my son’s studies abroad! It’s several 30,000 dollars a year, I can’t afford it.” 

Our family treated him so well, yet he still sided with Chelsea against me. 

I couldn’t understand it, nor did I want to. 

After dying once, I was too worried he might do something irrational, so I didn’t say a word the whole way. 

Darien safely parked the car in front of the villa. Before he could come around to open the door, I got out and walked straight to the house, saying,” Darien, go find Abdiel and settle your pay. Then leave.” 

Darien’s ingratiating smile froze on his face. In an instant, he was enraged and snapped, “Miss, what do you mean by this?! Just because I couldn’t stand watching you bully Miss Klein, and helped her out a‘ little, you’re going to throw me out after all the years I’ve spent serving the Foreman family?! Just who do you think you are, a naive girl, telling me this?! 

Ah, so this was his true nature. 

“Fine, if you’re not leaving, then return the money for 

your son’s two years of tuition. Don’t try to skip out on it. When you came to my father for the money, you wrote an IOU. Even though my father said you didn’t have to pay it back, the IOU is still there. If you want to tear it up, feel free to cause a scene…” 

Darien immediately deflated, not daring to make a sound. 

Just then, Monica, clueless as ever, stormed out of the villa, shouting, “Darien, who’s been bullying my daughter?!” 

With her hands on her hips, she looked every bit the shrill, domineering woman. 

Seeing only Darien and me by the door, she quickly realized the “bully” was me. 

But there wasn’t a hint of fear on her face. Instead, she marched up to me with a hostile look, shouting, “Miss, I’m not saying this to hurt you, but my daughter has been helping you for the last two years. Haven’t you improved a lot thanks to her help? Isn’t it Declan who praises you every time he comes back? All of that is thanks to my daughter! Now, what is this? You want to burn the bridge? You‘ re bullying my daughter and planning to fire Darien for standing up for her? Some people really don’t deserve to be human!” 

Once again, I marveled at how, in my past life, I had let my sympathy cloud my judgment, taking in such venomous snakes. 

Facing Monica’s cruel face, I gave a cold smile and said, “Not only am I firing Darien, but you need to leave too. Today! Right now!”