Chapter 2

Over the next few days, I found fault with everything Mrs. Johnson did at home.

I climbed up a ladder to the top of a cabinet, wiped it with my hand, and showed her the dust. "How do you do your job? You can't even clean a cabinet properly. Maybe you should just pack your bags and get out."

Mrs. Johnson's legs trembled in fear. Crystal came to support her. "Ruby, what's wrong with you? Can't you see how hard Mrs. Johnson's life is? She's already so unfortunate, why are you making things difficult for her?"

"Oh, is that so? Then why don't you clean it instead? It's not strange for a daughter to help her mother, right?" I said indifferently.

If I hadn't lived through another life, I wouldn't be so harsh on Mrs. Johnson. But now I knew she wasn't a good person either.

She took a high salary from our family, but not only did she slack off and not do her work properly, she also ordered others around.

After she left her job in my previous life, she even slandered our family online. She even encouraged Crystal to sell me to their hometown to be her brother's daughter-in-law. For someone like her, I wanted to tear her to pieces.

"It's okay, I don't mind working harder. I have a big family to support at home," Mrs. Johnson said, wiping away her tears.

Crystal became even angrier. "Ruby, you're going too far. We won't put up with your attitude anymore."

She stepped forward, about to slap me, but I pushed her away first.

Crystal was furious. She helped Mrs. Johnson up and said, "Mrs. Johnson, let's go. We won't stay here any longer!"

"We just renewed Mrs. Johnson's contract recently. If you leave now, you'll have to pay a penalty fee," I said gleefully.

"You... Fine, I'll pay the penalty fee if that's what it takes," Crystal said.

With those words, I immediately had people pack up Mrs. Johnson's belongings and throw them out. Why weren't there any of Crystal's belongings? Because everything she owned belonged to our family. She couldn't take a single thing with her.

She still clung to her designer bags, refusing to let go. "These are all mine. Why can't I take them with me?"

I went over with a dark expression. "Miss Johnson, have you forgotten? When you bought these things, your surname was Huang. But now, your surname is Johnson."

Seeing that I wouldn't budge, Crystal tried to appeal to my emotions. "Sister, don't you remember? I'm your older sister. I watched you grow up. How can you be so heartless to me? Even if my surname is Johnson now, I'm still your sister."

I shook off her hand. "Sister? You mean the sister who gave away my things for free to a bunch of good-for-nothings from childhood to adulthood?"

"Or the sister who falsely accused me of stealing?"

Once, there was a thief at school who stole many things. To protect her friend, Crystal publicly accused me of being the thief in front of everyone. She even hid her belongings in my schoolbag.

I was isolated and insulted by everyone. It wasn't until later that I found out the real thief was Crystal's classmate. To protect her, Crystal had lied and said I was the thief.

"How can you be so petty? That was so long ago. I just felt sorry for them. You should have some compassion too," Crystal said, rolling her eyes disdainfully.

"Yes, you have the biggest heart. No one's heart is bigger than yours. So now, please leave," I said, pointing to the open door.

"You... Mom and Dad would never allow you to kick me out. Stop putting on an act," Crystal said, crossing her arms confidently.

The next moment, our parents walked in. "Your mother is that housekeeper outside. Don't call the wrong person."

Crystal's eyes widened. "Mom, Dad, how can you be like this too? Didn't you always teach me to be kind to others?"

"We taught you to be kind, but we never taught you to help bad people. Don't try to pin this on us," our father said sternly.

"What good people or bad people? You're just prejudiced against them. They're more pitiful than anyone else. If you won't help them, I will!" Crystal said angrily as she pushed past our mother and walked out.

Crystal took Mrs. Johnson's hand affectionately and said, "Mom, let's go. From now on, I'll be your real daughter."

Mrs. Johnson smiled at her, but for some reason, it sent chills down my spine.

I sent a lawyer to claim compensation from Mrs. Johnson for breaching the contract. Crystal probably emptied out all her savings.

She sent me a message: [Ruby, just you wait.]