Breakfast

As Lydia walked down the stairs, she saw that her entire family was seated at the table having breakfast. Her fake mom probably cooked the meal once she heard that Lydia wasn't going to do it. In fact, she still looked frightfully angry as she gazed at Lydia. 

“Morning” Lydia said as she took her seat at the table.

“What’s the matter with you? Why can’t you smile? Just because of a little tiredness you can’t cook for us? Hmph! You’re becoming more and more lazy around here. Luckily I know how to cook or everyone would have starved to death because of your uselessness. Do you think that you’re the only billionaire in the world? Others work harder than you and can still afford to cook for their families… but here we are stuck with a lazy girl as a daughter.” Mrs.Hart sneered as she looked at Lydia with rage and disgust.

When was the last time she cooked? In her mind, this bastard girl had caused her to suffer too many grievances. How could she not let out steam?

Camilla quickly held her hand and tried to coax her. “Mom, don't be mad. Sister is just very tired from working a few hours in the company. Camilla said with a sarcastic smirk on her face

A few hours?

Lydia couldn't be bothered with the mother-daughter pair. As she was about to take some eggs from the side, fake mother Hart tapped her hands with a serving spoon aggressively.

“What do you think you’re doing? Did you cook? Why should you eat this food?” 

Oh?

Lydia fluttered her lashes innocently. “So does that mean when I cook, only I should eat?”

“This…”

{Silence}

The whole room fell quiet, as Mrs. Hart panicked, not knowing how to respond. And like her, everyone's mind fell into their own thoughts when they heard the question.

‘This stupid woman will ruin my plans! If Lydia gets annoyed or suspicious, she won't even think about signing her will anymore.’ Mr.Hart inwardly cursed.

‘Since when did she become this smart? She never complained before and always did whatever we told her to… Lydia, Lydia, Lydia… Is it because of the fatigue of working in the company? Yes that must be it. She stays in the office the entire day, everyday…. But so what? She’s just our family doing and has no right to complain! Nonetheless, if she really gets angry, she won't give us her money any longer. Damn mom! Dont fuck it up for us all.’ Harvey anxiously prayed, and Camila also felt the need to sew her mother’s lips.

‘No! What if she gets angry?... Ahhh-... And she just agreed to write her will this morning. Dammit mom, really? Why can’t you shut that stupid trap of yours?’

Mrs. Elms felt aggrieved, seeing everyone's blaming eyes fall on her. Of course, she didn't blame them, but felt it was Lydia’s fault for making her look bad. 

‘Bastard child! Who does she think she is? Wait till we personally take your company and shares from you. You are just a common maid. You should be lucky we allowed you to eat at the same table with us. So dare you talk back to me? Ahh.’

Countless thoughts raced through their brains, as everyone rushed to coax Lydia.

“Why did you talk to our daughter like that? Lydia, eat as much food as you like. Your mom was only joking with you.” replied Mr. Hart.

“Dad’s right sis, mom was just playing with you”

“Yeah! Eat all you can eat.”

“Don’t mind me dear.. I'm just  tired as well” replied Mrs.Hart

“Okay.” Lydia smiled broadly, having enough fun for now. 

“So Lydia, I heard from Camilla that you are going to write your will?” Mr.Hart asked while cutting a piece of eggs with his knife.

“Yes dad, I will see him later in the office. Dont worry too much dad, I know what to do.”

As she spoke with her dad, a pair of heels could be heard approaching the dining room slowly.

A gorgeous girl walks in, making her way toward Lydia. The girl almost brought Lydia to tears if she hadn't restrained herself. Everyone else at the table saw Lydia’s face and thought it must be due to the tiredness from the extra hours in the office.

“Good morning Boss, good morning boss’ family. Boss, you have an appointment in the next hour and 20 minutes. We have to leave–... Eh?... Boss, are you not feeling too well? Do you need to reschedule your appointments for today?” The girl asked worriedly.

Mya… It was good to see her alive again.

Lydia masked her emotions. “No thanks Mya. Let’s go.”

“Yes Boss” Mya responded professionally, leading Lydia out. 

“Boss.” Mya opened the door and Lydia sat at the back while she sat at the front with the driver.

Lydia closed her eyes and crossed her arms against her chest, feeling  pain, guilt and remorse for what happened to Mya in her previous life. In this life, she will protect Mya well.

Lydia didn't know her actions and pained expressions caused Mya to worry. 

‘What could make the boss so sad? Is it because of her family? Did the boss finally realize treat their boss like a slave… ~Sigh… Boss is too pitiful… A millionaire to others but a common maid  to her family.’ Mya shook her head wryly, as the vehicle steadily drove off. And the moment they left, the Hart family showed their true colors.

~CRASH!!!!

Mrs.Hart threw a teacup at the wall. “I hate that bitch and her stupid secretary”

“We all do. But patience dear, soon they will be dead… you have to be careful how you act around her. At least wait till she writes her will.” Mr.Hart spoke calmly, his brows tightly furrowed.

“What about her secretary?” Harvey frowned. “The bitch is too loyal to that slut. Having her stay around Lydia would definitely reduce our chances of getting that Will written. She ill definitely talk Lydia out of doing so.” 

“What do we do about her then?” Camilla added.

“Her?” Mr. Hart chuckled cruelly. “Don’t worry, we already hired someone to replace Mya as a secretary. At Least she should be happy that we didn't kill her yet.”

“But dad, will that work? I mean that slut really likes Mya. She won't fire Mya for no reason would she.”

“Leave that to me… Your brother and Nate… They know what to do.”