Chapter 2

I thought after yesterday's incident, Matthew would have learned his lesson. But to my surprise, early this morning, that slum girl showed up again in our living room.

If I wasn't mistaken, she was even holding... a dirty duck?!

I widened my eyes, quickly hurrying down from the second floor in my slippers, and rushed to stop her.

"No!"

The stupid duck seemed to be especially out to get me, immediately jumping onto my exclusive lounge chair and leaving big, messy prints all over the cushion!

Damn it, I was too late.

I stood there, glaring at it, my fists tightening with anger. That chair was made from royal-grade fabric, specially brought back from Havendale by my dad. I only allowed myself an hour to sit on it each day just to avoid wrinkling it.

And now it smelled like a disgusting duck!

"Quack."

Suddenly, a devilish sound completely shattered my hope.

It actually... dared to poop on it!

I was going to kill it!

Seeing the murderous look in my eyes, Nancy quickly shielded the duck in her arms, staring at me with caution.

I forced myself to hold back my anger, gritting my teeth, and said, "Ms. Decker, do you have any idea how expensive the thing it just ruined is?"

Nancy straightened her neck, unashamed, and replied, "Sorry! I'll work to pay you back. You can yell at me, but please don't hurt it!"

I was stunned.

How could anyone be so shameless, even when apologizing?

I rubbed my forehead, feeling both furious and absurdly amused.

Just as I was about to argue with her more, the doorbell suddenly rang.