My Nanny’s Daughter Pretended To Be Me Chapter 02
After leaving the school cafeteria, my phone buzzed nonstop.
I ignored the countless calls from Chelsea, but the messages kept coming in.
[Kinsley, why did you cancel my card? You saw me treating classmates to lunch! Are you doing this just to embarrass me?!]
[Kinsley, that card was for my tutoring wages! You have no right to stop it! I’ll sue you!]
[Kinsley, give me my card back! The whole school is waiting for me to pay! What’s wrong with you?!]
*****
I didn’t respond. Five minutes later, Elian Huber ran into me, holding the “unconscious” Chelsea in his arms.
His hair was slightly messy, sweat beading on his forehead. He looked at me with undisguised disdain and said, “Kinsley, your girl’s passed out, and you’re just standing here. Go get her some hot water!”
Without waiting for me to answer, he rushed off to the school infirmary with Chelsea in his arms.
Yes, since meeting Chelsea in freshman year, we’ve shared meals, lived together, and even shared a Rolls-Royce. I never once said no when she wanted something.
Since I always kept a low profile, many classmates asked Chelsea about my identity. She always gave vague answers, so I was labeled as the maid’s daughter.
Some even disliked me for not being humble enough, accusing me of being ungrateful.
Elian confessed to me in freshman year and regretted it, saying that it was the most disgusting thing he’d ever done.
That day, when someone told him I was the maid’s daughter, he turned pale with anger and, humiliated, he lashed out at me. Fortunately, I practiced self-defense and defended myself.
Afterward, he went back to pursuing Chelsea. Whenever they were together, people would mock me, saying I was being the third wheel, even though I had done nothing wrong. I was constantly subjected to malicious gossip because of them.
I never tried to defend myself, but they accused me of being guilty.
It was ridiculous.
All afternoon, I was surrounded by various conversations among my classmates.
“I wonder how Chelsea is doing, when will she be back in class…”
“Yeah, she fainted just as she was about to pay at lunch. Now everyone has to pay for themselves. I’ve already spent all my money for the rest of the month. If she doesn’t come back soon, I’ll have to go hungry tonight…”
“Don’t say that. Chelsea’s treated us to lunch for two years. She’s never run out on us! Don’t be like Kinsley, ungrateful!”
*****
Randomly being called out, I looked up from my homework to see Alissa Ballard speaking those words.
She was Chelsea’s number one sycophant, occasionally getting a few of Chelsea’s discarded clothes, like the out-of-season Chanel she was wearing now.
Seeing me look at her with an unfriendly gaze, Alissa arrogantly pointed at me and said, “I’m talking to you, little maid. Hurry up and go to the infirmary to check on your mistress. If she’s really sick, call your mom to come help. You’re freeloading off her, aren’t you? So shameless!”
I put my pen down and said, “Chelsea called me her maid?”
“I didn’t.”
Alissa rolled her eyes but didn’t get a chance to speak before Chelsea, weak and pale, walked into the classroom with Elian supporting her. She rushed to explain, “Kinsley, how could I ever tell everyone you’re my maid?!”
Her face was pale, her lips bleeding from the way she bit them, looking like she was about to cry if I didn’t believe her.
Elian, angry, shoved Chelsea into Alissa’s arms, then stormed over and kicked my desk, shouting, “Kinsley, what’s wrong with you? Chelsea’s always protected your reputation and never told anyone you’re her maid, and now you’re acting all high and mighty, trying to put on a show of the servant rebelling against the master? You deserve a beating!”
Seeing my books scattered on the floor and my just-finished test paper trampled under his feet, I trembled with rage and said, “Elian, pick it up and clean it!”
Chelsea, seeing this, was startled and said, “Elian! Even if you’re worried about me, you can’t treat Kinsley like that! She’s our classmate. This isn’t right!”
She then turned to me and said, “Kinsley, don’t blame Elian. He was just being overzealous. Fortunately, you weren’t hurt, so let’s end it here. I promise he won’t do it again!”
As soon as she finished speaking, Elian, ignoring the mess, snorted and turned to leave.
I kicked him in the back.
Not cleaning it up? Then don’t blame me for being rude.
I beat Elian until his face was bruised, until the teacher arrived and separated us.
Since the classroom had security footage proving he made the first move, despite his injuries, the punishment was just for us both to write self-reflections.
After dealing with the teacher, it was already time to go home. I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked toward the school gate, with Elian limping behind me.
The Rolls-Royce had been waiting for a long time at the gate, surrounded by students watching.
At first, no one knew the car was mine, but Chelsea always liked to walk around it at school, making it obvious.
Now, even though it was hot outside and the air conditioning was on, Chelsea rolled down the window, making sure everyone saw her.
When she saw me, she scolded, “Kinsley, you need to unite with your classmates! Uncle Shen has always taught you to be humble, right? Promise me you won’t use your status to bully people anymore, okay?”
Through the rearview mirror, I saw the driver nodding in agreement.
Sure enough, whenever I wasn’t around, Chelsea took every opportunity to frame me.
I looked at her feigned kindness and coldly said, “Get out of the car.”
Chelsea froze, awkwardly forcing a smile. “Kinsley, what are you saying?”
I smiled slightly and repeated, “I said, get out of the car.”
