Chapter 2

Mr. Pierce's father, Marcus Pierce, had held high positions for years. No one had ever dared treat him this way. He immediately cursed in fury:

"Pierce, that beast! Has he forgotten who gave him every penny he has? How dare he hire this disgusting housekeeper to insult his own father—this is outrageous!"

Mr. Pierce's mother was equally furious:

"When we get back, we need to have a serious talk with Pierce. What kind of housekeeper can overstep the lady of the house like this?!"

The lady of the house? I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Ever since Mr. Pierce hired Victoria Young, my life had been worse than a servant's.

After marriage, Mr. Pierce forbade me to work. I even had to submit an application to this housekeeper just to get money for sanitary pads.

Based on my understanding of Victoria, she wouldn't let this go. So I positioned myself in front of the two elders and tried to reason with her:

"Ms. Young, these are Pierce's parents. His mother is allergic to shellfish. If he finds out you fed his parents shrimp, he won't let you off."

But Victoria just smiled contemptuously:

"Mrs. Pierce, don't think that just because you married Mr. Pierce, all your poor relatives suddenly become his relatives too."

"These two country bumpkins of yours—how dare they claim to be Mr. Pierce's parents? Where's your shame!"

With that, Victoria's expression darkened as she said to the guards:

"What are you waiting for? Invite Mr. Pierce's 'parents' to eat the shrimp I specially prepared for them!"

The guards only followed Victoria's orders. Immediately, they dragged the two elders from behind me and pressed their heads toward the shrimp.

Both were in their fifties—no match for the young, strong guards. In moments, their faces were smeared with shrimp.

I cried out in alarm:

"Victoria Young, have you lost your mind?!"

"I've put up with how you treat me all this time! But these are Pierce's parents! Tell them to stop right now!"

I rushed forward trying to pull the guards away, but Victoria had someone restrain me.

Victoria leaned close to my ear and whispered in a voice only I could hear:

"So what if you country trash married into a wealthy family? You're still nothing but clay in my hands!"

"Today I'll let you watch how your lowly parents cry and beg for mercy!"

Then she shouted at the guards again:

"Are you deaf?! I said invite them to eat shrimp—have they eaten? No?!"

"Force-feed them! Especially Mrs. Pierce's dear mother. She's allergic to shrimp? Well, I have a PhD in nutrition, and I want to see what kind of allergy can't be cured by force-feeding!"

The guards obeyed, shoving shrimp into my in-laws' mouths like they were feeding dogs.

Before they could swallow one mouthful of shrimp, another was stuffed in. Saliva and shrimp filling covered their faces!

Marcus's face turned bright red with rage, while Sophie's breathing was clearly becoming labored.