Chapter 3

I obediently replied, "I'll try my best to satisfy you."

After they finished eating, I was cleaning in the living room.

Suddenly I heard Ramos shout, "Maria, get in here! I need to use the bathroom!"

I dropped the mop and ran over immediately, but it was too late. A foul stench filled the bedroom.

"Can't you move faster? I already soiled my pants! Clean it up now!"

I suppressed my anger and maintained my patience.

"I'm sorry. I'm already seven months pregnant, so I can't move as fast as a normal person. I rushed over as quickly as I could."

"So now you're blaming me for not being able to hold it in!"

She grabbed the water glass from the nightstand and threw it at me hard.

The glass hit my forehead directly. Blood instantly covered my face.

"What are you standing there for? Clean it up! A little cut on your head won't kill you!"

I swallowed my anger and cleaned up despite the extreme nausea.

Victor shouted from the room, "Hand-wash Ramos's pants and sheets. Don't use the washing machine—it's not sanitary!"

By the time I finally finished cleaning up and my butt barely touched the sofa, Ramos said:

"What time is it? You should go home now. Victor and I need to rest. Come back early tomorrow!"

My in-laws' house had two bedrooms, but they clearly had no intention of letting me stay overnight.

I opened the door and left. The floating text appeared before my eyes again.

"These two old people deliberately soiled themselves to disgust Maria. It's so late and they still won't let her stay. They're pure torment!"

"There are no buses outside now. Maria has to take a taxi to get home."

"But Maria chooses to walk home to save money. It takes her two hours to get there."

"Later, Maria bought a car to deliver food, but these two deliberately punctured her tires."

"Maria was cursed with eight lifetimes of bad luck marrying into their family."

"These two old bastards clearly know Reid isn't dead but still deliberately torture Maria. They're not even human! Why don't they just die!"

I laughed coldly.

You two old bastards, be as arrogant as you want. Everything you're doing now will become a boomerang that stabs you hard!

The next morning at four o'clock, Ramos called again.

"Are you here yet? Victor and I are waiting for you to handle our bathroom needs. Hurry up. If we can't hold it and soil the bed, don't blame us!"

I connected to the surveillance in the old people's house with my phone. Both of them were walking around the living room—not looking paralyzed at all.

No choice. For now, I had to keep acting with them.

I served my in-laws diligently for a week until finally, that afternoon, I received news that buyers had been found for the villas.

Taking advantage of the two old bastards' afternoon nap, I sneaked out to meet the buyers.

My asking price was already below market value, so the deal went through smoothly.

The moment I received the twenty million in payment, my anxious heart finally settled.

In the afternoon, my in-laws called my phone dozens of times. I turned it off directly.

When I returned in the evening, I brought someone with me.

As soon as I entered, I heard the sound of things being smashed.

"Where did you run off to? Why was your phone off? Do you know what kind of afternoon Victor and I had?"

Of course I knew. These two had it great—they ate takeout and watched TV.

The surveillance recorded everything.

"This is Rosa, the live-in caregiver I found for you. From now on, she'll take care of you full-time."

Victor immediately objected. "No way! How can an outsider serve us properly? We don't want anyone else—we want you!"