Chapter 1

I simply refused to babysit my elderly neighbor for free this weekend.

So her son actually carried her—with a broken leg—straight into my office lobby to make a massive scene.

Holding a forged "Volunteer Caregiver Agreement," he wept bitterly in front of all my colleagues, accusing me of being cold-blooded and heartless.

He claimed that my going out on a date had caused his mother to fall and get severely injured, and he even demanded fifty thousand dollars in compensation.

The judging stares of onlookers and the vicious cyberbullying on social media rushed at me like a tsunami.

He thought I was just a young, helpless girl who would quietly swallow this bitter pill to protect her job and reputation.

He thought public pressure would force me to become their free nanny, all to satisfy his fake sense of filial piety.

Too bad for him, he messed with the wrong woman.

Instead of backing down, I called the police on the spot and demanded a forensic handwriting analysis.

Step by step, I ripped off his hypocritical mask, exposing how he used his own mother as a cash cow.

Trying to guilt-trip me? I’ll use the law to make sure he rots in a cell.