All Chapters of MY GIRL, GIVE ME A SECOND CHANCE.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Without waiting for her to respond, Ella buried her face on Nanny Ruth's right shoulder and hugged her with trembling arms. She let her cry there for some time. Just when Nanny Ruth opened her mouth to say something, Ella suddenly sobbed and spoke out."Ma’am, thank you for being a mother to me, thank you for being my source of comfort. I’m scared I might die soon without thanking you."She looked around the mansion with sorrow-filled eyes before she continued."Ma’am, thank you. I’m finally leaving this mansion and I might never see you again. Please, never forget about me. Ma’am, I will go ahead."Nanny Ruth gently patted her back and gave her a bittersweet smile."Take care of yourself, Ella."Ella nodded, then ran out of the gate. She kept running until she finally stopped a cab. After settling in, she quickly told the driver her destination. Within half an hour, she arrived in front of the City Council.Her legs trembled

Ella gritted her teeth as Maya’s venomous words pierced through the hall.“You are so shameless, Ella. Why are you so determined to marry this terrifying man? Oh, I see. You want to disgrace my family because no one would marry a woman like you. And this man, desperate as he is, went as far as posting on social media for a wife. You two deserve each other.”Ella tightened her grip on the hem of her gown. Her fingers dug into the fabric as if she could crush the world in her hands.“Of course, Maya, we all know how she has lived. Since no one would marry a woman like her, she has no choice but to marry Elion,” someone murmured, provoking laughter that echoed across the hall.All eyes turned to Ella, but she did not flinch. Her voice cut through the chaos like steel.“My Lord, my husband and I are ready for this marriage.”Elion tilted his head slightly toward her direction. His eyes were unreadable, his expression cold, yet a fain

Ella opened the bedroom door and peeped inside cautiously. She grabbed a bucket from the bathroom and a rag she had spotted on the veranda while entering. After filling the bucket with water, she began scrubbing. First the room, then the living room, the veranda, and the stairs covered in slippery spirogyra. Each stroke of the rag left the floor gleaming, so clean it looked as if the entire house had been renovated overnight.She moved deliberately, making sure every corner gleamed. By the time she finished scrubbing the stairs and mopping the floor, the old wood shone under the dim light. But the night was already falling, and the remaining grass around the house still needed her attention. With a tired sigh, she left the weeds for tomorrow.Retreating inside, she took a bath and reluctantly put on the same worn dress, her only outfit. Her stomach growled as she glanced at the old clock in the living room. It was past 9:00 PM, and neither Elion nor Henry had retur