My Nanny’s Daughter Pretended To Be Me Chapter 04

My Nanny’s Daughter Pretended To Be Me Chapter 04

The next moment, Monica collapsed to the ground, rolling and crying, “This is outrageous! Who will stand up for me?!” 

For the past two years, Chelsea had been living in my family’s guest room, enjoying the same standard of living as I did. 

It seemed like everyone, because of my generosity, silently accepted her as the second young lady of the Foreman family. 

Even Monica, who usually carried herself as if she were above the other servants in the house, had become accustomed to a life of privilege. 

She always delegated the hard, dirty work to others. But now, seeing her in such a lowly position, everyone chose to watch the spectacle unfold. 

When Monica realized no one was coming to her aid, she stood up, grabbed Darien by the collar, and shouted, “Aren’t you supposed to care about 

Chelsea more than anyone? You’ve always praised her for being better than Kinsley, saying she’s more like the lady of this house than Kinsley is. And now, look at us getting bullied by her, and you’re saying nothing? Speak up! Come on, give us some justice!” 

Darien had just lost a high–paying, easy job because of Chelsea, and his son’s tuition fees were still 

unresolved. 

In that moment, Monica became his punching bag. He yanked her hand off him, snarling, “Hah! A maid‘ s daughter is nothing more than a little maid. 

Dreaming of being a swan, huh? If it weren’t for you two, I wouldn’t have ended up like this. Just the sight of you makes me sick! Get out of my face!” 

Monica’s mouth hung open in shock. She stomped her foot and lunged at Darien, shouting, “I’ll rip that filthy mouth of yours apart!” 

***** 

I called the police, and when Chelsea returned by taxi, she happened to see Darien and Monica, covered in bruises, being escorted away by the officers. 

She shot me a hateful glare, crying and running after them, calling for her mother, but the taxi driver grabbed her by the arm, saying, “Miss, you still haven’t paid.” 

Chelsea, desperate, pointed at me and the driver, yelling, “Make her pay!” 

I turned and walked into the villa, locking the door behind me. 

Ten minutes later, Chelsea, broke and unable to pay for her fare, was taken away by the police. 

I had her and Monica’s belongings packed up and sent to the police station–of course, excluding the expensive jewelry and clothes I had given them. 

In total, it was barely enough to fill a small garbage. bag. 

Thinking of the mother and daughter reunited in the police station, I couldn’t help but smile. This was just the beginning, and things were about to get even more interesting. 

The next morning, I walked into the classroom only 

to be shoved from behind. 

The door was mysteriously slammed shut behind. 

1. me. 

Then, my classmates surrounded me and Chelsea, forming a tight circle. 

She sat down while I stood. 

Everyone looked at me with such disdain, it felt like they were ready to judge me. 

I wasn’t sure if Chelsea had stayed up all night, but her eyes were dark and swollen, like she had been beaten. Combined with the serious expression on her face, she looked almost comical. I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. 

Chelsea immediately slammed her hand on the desk, saying in anguish, “Kinsley, give me my money back! That’s the students‘ lunch money for the month! How dare you do this? Don’t you have a conscience?!” 

“Chelsea, stop talking to her. Let’s just call the police!” 

“That’s a lot of money. How dare Kinsley steal it? She’s finished!” 

“Self–inflicted. Chelsea, don’t be soft–hearted. Don’t let her get away with this. Call the police now! I’m waiting for my money to eat!” 

At this point, I knew what had happened. 

Yesterday, Chelsea had lied, claiming I stole the lunch money when she couldn’t pay. 

Her classmates were enraged, and Chelsea was obviously more panicked than me. 

She clenched her fists and said, “Kinsley, we’ve been classmates for years. Why are you making this so ugly? I don’t want to ruin your reputation, just give me the money, and we’ll drop it. Mr. Foreman is so busy and so hard–working. Don’t you want to spare him from worrying about this?” 

I shrugged nonchalantly and said, “Call the police. That sounds good.” 

“Kinsley, you really don’t know what’s good for you. I‘ m calling the police!” Alissa, inflamed, pulled out her phone, clearly wanting to ruin my reputation. 

But before she could do anything, Chelsea snatched the phone from her and threw it on the ground, shouting, “Alissa, stop making things worse! I’ve already told you, we’re classmates. We just need Kinsley to give me the money back, no need to make a scene. Making it worse won’t benefit anyone, don’t you get that?” 

“That’s my new phone, I saved up all year to buy it!” Alissa stomped her foot, her tears pouring down, looking at the shattered phone. “Chelsea, what do I do now? My phone is ruined!” 

Chelsea sighed and turned to me, her voice solemn. “Kinsley, are you happy now? Stop making more people suffer because of you. Just give the money to Alissa.” 

I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Chelsea, how shameless can you get? Everyone saw you throw the phone. Why should I pay for it?” 

Chelsea wiped her tears and said, “Kinsley, how could you say that? I’m only doing this for you. I took the phone because I was worried Alissa would 

report you, and you’d be arrested. How could you turn this around and blame me?” 

I finally understood. No matter how much I argued with her, this would never be resolved. 

So, I called the police. 

This time, no matter how much she cried and 

begged, it wouldn’t help.