Chapter 3

Perhaps believing that I truly loved him, Lucas started making suggestions.

"Why don't we hire a housekeeper? I don't want you to be so tired taking care of me every day. It would break my heart."

I shook my head, smiling brightly.

"How could taking care of you be tiring? I feel so happy cooking for you myself every day."

I had given the original housekeeper paid leave, and my son had been sent to stay with my parents.

The purpose was to make it easier for me to act and watch the show unfold.

The loving breakfast, lunch, and dinner were all pre-made meals I bought cheaply.

It only took the effort of boiling water and heating them up, not tiring at all.

At his insistence, I still pretended to have an "I can't say no to you" attitude and agreed to his suggestion.

The next day, Olivia appeared before me in disguise, looking like an honest and simple country woman.

Both husband and wife came to serve me, which was quite nice.

I lay in Lucas's arms, deliberately expressing disgust at her appearance.

"How can this housekeeper look like this? She's so ugly I'm about to vomit. Let's change to another one."

Olivia's face twisted for a moment, almost speaking out but forcibly holding back her emotions to show me a fawning smile.

Lucas, worried she might slip up, quickly sent her off to do housework.

"She's a relative from my hometown, raising a sick child on her own. It's quite pitiful."

"But she's very diligent and efficient at work."

I stared at Olivia mopping the floor with half-belief, reluctantly accepting her.

"Housekeeper, go wash some grapes for me. Wash them one by one, and make sure they're clean."

Olivia had no choice but to put down the mop and turn to wash the grapes.

I reminded her again, "Remember to wash your hands clean before washing the grapes. I can see your hands aren't very clean."

Olivia's hand, which was about to wash the grapes, froze for a moment. She still obediently washed her hands several times before washing the grapes.

After bringing the grapes over, I lazily stayed in Lucas's arms, asking him to feed me.

Olivia, who was cleaning nearby, saw this scene and her face darkened.

She accidentally broke a vase.

I immediately scolded her in dissatisfaction.

"This vase costs tens of thousands of dollars. Can you afford to pay for it?"

Olivia stared at me in disbelief, pointing at the broken vase.

"This vase is worth fifty dollars at most. I've never seen a vase that costs tens of thousands!"

The vase was indeed one I bought for a few dozen dollars while shopping, but if I said it was worth tens of thousands, then it was worth tens of thousands.

Of course, I wouldn't expose myself, so I continued to give her a hard time.

"You reek of poverty. Just because you've never seen a vase worth tens of thousands doesn't mean they don't exist."

"You're clumsy at work too. If it weren't for the fact that you're Lucas's relative, I would have fired you long ago."

I criticized every aspect of her from head to toe.

Olivia's face alternated between red and white, trembling with anger.

It was Lucas who finally stopped me by feeding me grapes, and I reluctantly stopped.

"Sister Li probably didn't mean to. Emma, you're so rich now, don't bother with her. Let's eat grapes."

Not bothering was impossible.

After all, you both came for my money, and my money didn't fall from the sky.

I still maintained an arrogant attitude, ordering her to kneel and clean the floor with a towel.

While cleaning up the broken pieces, Olivia accidentally cut her hand, and blood started flowing.

She instinctively called out to Lucas in distress, "Honey, my hand hurts so much..."

Lucas, who was holding me, couldn't sit still anymore.

He abruptly let go of me and rushed to Olivia, holding her hand with concern.