I ignored her and nestled my head against Michael. He paused, glanced at the butler, Robert, who immediately understood, and motioned to the servants in the living room.
They covered Emily's mouth and dragged her out. She struggled and looked terrified, trying to free herself.
But it was futile. Our servants were well-trained, stronger than average, and skilled in handling such situations.
Soon, the sound of slaps and Emily's screams faintly reached us. Robert warned her, "How dare you overstep in front of Mr. Taylor? You climbed into Ms. Taylor's life with shameless schemes and dare to cross the line. Today, I will teach you the rules. Remember this lesson well."
"Keep hitting her! Harder!"
Although Michael allowed her into the Taylor family to take care of me, she was only given a nominal title and was actually more like a respectable nanny. Considering Emily's deceit, Michael would not let her off easily; he had to teach her a lesson to establish authority on my behalf.
In my past life, Emily had also been slapped by Robert to set rules. It was Michael's ruthlessness that kept her in line for ten years, pretending to be caring until she became pregnant. Thinking she had a secure position, she then hastily planned to kill me.
Sitting in a high chair, I slowly drank my porridge. Michael occasionally added some food to my plate. I looked up and sweetly smiled at him. "Thank you, Daddy!"
Michael happily patted my little head.
I wondered, 'Emily, I wonder how you'll manage to remain the lady of the house without my intervention this time?'
The next day, I woke up in a luxurious princess bed. The room was filled with pink, plush toys, and Barbie dolls, showcasing how much the Taylor family's only daughter was cherished.
Standing in front of the mirror, the child reflected back at me was exquisitely delicate and adorable, but her eyes held a deep and cold look.
Emily wanted to be a wealthy lady living in luxury. I would make sure she can see all the riches before her but never reach them, condemning her to remain a lowly servant for life.
Voices came from downstairs.
"Where is Jessi?"
It was Linda, my grandmother. She had arrived.
"Ms. Taylor is still asleep upstairs," Robert respectfully replied.
"Let her sleep a bit longer; children always need more rest.
"Bring that shameless woman here. I want to see what kind of remarkable person she is."