Chapter 2

The two caregivers looking after Ethan Sinclair wanted to resign.

Mrs. Sinclair said, "Is it the salary? I can give you a raise!"

Caregiver Mary clutched her head and said, "No, no, ma'am. Fifty thousand a month is already plenty. It's just... it's just that for some reason, every night we suddenly black out like someone knocked us unconscious, and when we wake up it's already daytime!"

Caregiver Linda trembled all over and said, "Yes, ma'am! We would never lie! Your family is so prominent, you should have someone come check the house! There might be... something unclean in the house!"

After the two caregivers left, Mrs. Sinclair said to her assistant with a pale face, "Go find a capable priest or psychic."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And find eight more caregivers. Four for day shifts, four for night shifts."

"Yes, ma'am."

Back in my coffin, I rummaged through my wardrobe and pulled out a caregiver's uniform. I took out a notebook and picked up a brush to write my resume.

Lily Baker

Age: 28

Education: Middle school dropout

Work experience: Three months as a caregiver.

Personality: Optimistic, kind, knows how to repay kindness, brave.

The next day, I took my drafted resume and intercepted an elementary school student. I traded a gold hairpin for her help typing up my resume.

The kid glanced at me, pulled her backpack to the front, took out pen and paper, wrote it up smoothly, tore off the page neatly and stuffed it into my hand, then patted my arm: "Do your best! Every trade produces its master!"

Then she turned and left.

I chased after her with the gold hairpin, but the kid held her head high and said, "A small favor, not worth mentioning!"

Then she walked away coolly, without even leaving me a glance.

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