Chapter 2 • Turned into a maid

Mrs. Gina Adams woke up in her bedroom, the first room given to her when she initially got married to Mr. Leo Adams. Two months before, he sent her away to live in the boys-quarters apartment.

She sat up on the bed and stretched, staring at the room clock to see that it was already 7am.

Carefully dropping her legs down from the bed, she felt like the madam of the house again.

"Hmm... how time flies," she murmured, wearing her slippers and adjusting her white nightgown.

Standing up from the bed, she walked out of her bedroom and went downstairs.

Mrs. Gina Adams is a 39-year-old lady. She knew that it was school resumption day, and her 14-year-old daughter, Mia Adams, was going back to school.

Mrs. Gina carefully went downstairs to the living room and paused, looking around at the cleaned living room couches and center table.

Seeing that the living room had already been mopped clean, a satisfactory smile curved her lips. Just then, Olima stepped out from the kitchen behind Mrs. Gina and greeted her with, "Good morning, mother."

Mrs. Gina's blood boiled hot as she heard Olima call her mother. She turned to face Olima, who was in her light blue nightgown. She rushed to grab Olima by her shoulders.

Next, she landed Olima a hot, resounding slap - [SLAP!!]

"How many times have I warned you never to call me mother again? Or do I resemble your stupid late mother?" Mrs. Gina questioned angrily. Olima burst into tears and apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, ma."

"Shut up! Keep your stupid sorry to yourself. Have you prepared my daughter's breakfast yet?" Mrs. Gina asked. Olima stuttered and replied, "Yes, ma."

"Hmm," Mrs. Gina glared at Olima, sniffed her palms, and went into the kitchen to wash her hands of Olima's fruity scent.

Olima's brown eyes welled with tears as Mia walked out onto the balcony upstairs and saw her mother slap Olima.

The sound of the hot slap reverberated in the living room, causing Mia to shudder. She walked downstairs into the living room, dressed in her blue school uniform with white stockings and black shoes, carrying her black school bag, ready to leave for school.

Mia is in senior class 1 and knew that her mother hated Olima passionately. Mia also hated Olima, though she never showed it. Mia is a black-skinned beauty who resembles their late father, while Olima is very yellow and looks like her late mother.

Mia resented the fact that her father, before he passed away, never acknowledged her mother. He always doted on Olima and her mother, Mrs. Zoe, more than he cared for Mia's mother, Mrs. Gina.

Mia attended a day school while Olima was in boarding school, being the apple of her father's eyes. Mia and her mother were seen as outcasts. Mia frowned and walked downstairs into the living room, heading towards the dining table.

Mia knew that after her father passed away, her mother had sent the previous maid away, claiming there was no money to pay them. She mandated Olima to become their full-time housemaid, withdrawing her from tutorial classes and tearing up her university admission form, stating that Olima would not be going to university but would remain as their lifetime housemaid.

Mia looked away from Olima, knowing that Olima enjoyed all the luxuries of their parents' wealth while she and her mother suffered and lived in the boys-quarters building outside of the mansion, as her mother had already told her the whole story.

Olima's eyes flooded with tears as she sobbed from the hot slap she had received.

Mrs. Gina stepped out from the kitchen again, as she had finished washing her hands of Olima's fruity scent, as Olima smelled like apples.

Mrs. Gina paused and questioned Olima, "What are you doing standing there? Have you prepared breakfast yet, or do you want my precious daughter to be late for school?"

Olima shivered and replied, "I have prepared her noodles, ma."

"Then go and serve it at once. Or do you plan on starving my daughter to death? Do you want Mia to be late for school again?" Mrs. Gina shouted.

"No, ma," Olima replied, and Mrs. Gina said, "Then get into the kitchen now and serve her breakfast quickly, as it is almost 7:30 am."

"Okay, ma," Olima rushed into the kitchen while Mrs. Gina's black eyes burned behind Olima's back as she watched Olima walk away.

Mrs. Gina really hated Olima, as Olima looked so much like her late mother, who was Mrs. Gina's former childhood best friend and also reminded Mrs. Gina of her grievous sins.

"Mom... Is everything okay?" Mia asked as she smiled at her mother.

Mrs. Gina sighed and stared at her daughter, as Mia also resembled Mrs. Leo Adam, making Mrs. Gina feel more guilty.

She walked to the dining table to join her daughter and settled on the first chair across from Mia.

"It can never be okay with that stupid witch living in this house with us. Ugh," Mrs. Gina grimaced and subtly remembered how her late husband usually sat across from her at the dining table, feeding Mrs. Zoe in her presence too.

Mrs. Gina's face twisted in irritation at the remembrance, and Mia asked again, "What's wrong, Mom?"

Mia was seated across from her mother at the dining table.

Mrs. Gina sighed and replied, "Nothing. What is taking Olima so long to serve out those noodles in the kitchen? Does she want me to storm into the kitchen and deal with her there?"

Olima quickly walked out from the kitchen, carrying a tray of hot noodles with eggs in her hands.

The noodles were kept in a smaller plate on the tray, with fried eggs placed on top of the hot noodles.

The aroma of the noodles made Mia smile and sit up properly on her chair as she collected the tray of noodles from Olima's hand.

Mia didn't know how to cook, and Olima was forced to learn how to cook by Mrs. Gina shortly after Mrs. Gina took over the mansion.

"Get out of here! What are you still standing there staring at?" Mrs. Gina growled at Olima, who shuddered away, knowing her stepmother hated her.

Olima wished she had never lost her parents, and they had never driven in the same car to her school to witness her graduation from college as the best in her science department. Now her stepmother had plainly refused her from furthering her education with the excuse of no money, while Mia was going back to school after the school had resumed from its long-term holiday.

Olima walked a bit to the kitchen door and stopped.

She turned back and stared at the dining table, thinking to speak with her stepmother again, that she really needed to write the university entrance examination and gain admission into any university, even the cheapest institution, just to study nursing.

Olima walked back towards the dining room again, while Mia ate the delicious noodles and fried eggs quickly, knowing her school bus would soon arrive.

Olima stopped with trembling body and spoke, "Ma..."

"Hmm," Mrs. Gina turned and glared at Olima.

She met Olima's brown orbs and questioned, "What do you want? I thought I asked you to leave?"

Mrs. Gina shifted her chair backwards and stood up, while Olima took some steps backward and replied with a shaky voice, "Ma... it's about my university entrance examination, that I spoke to you about."

"And I told you that you're not going to any stupid school, Olima. Don't you understand simple English? How did you graduate from your school as the best in your class when you couldn't even understand simple English at home? Get out of my sight now before I give you another slap!" Mrs. Gina shouted, and Olima ran away to the kitchen door.