Chapter 3
The day Evelyn was scheduled to pick me up,
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her driver showed up in front of my house.
Even the nanny’s shuttle was a seven–figure
luxury car. I was just a country bumpkin,
staring in awe.
I had researched Evelyn online the past few
days. She was the heir of Sterling Corp, and
her sister’s name was Ashley.
Ashley was said to have a bad relationship,
was conned into marriage by some lowlife,
and then got pregnant. The guy turned out to
be abusive. Ashley was tormented by him.
After Evelyn rescued her, Ashley was too far
along to get an abortion, so she had the
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baby. She had severe postpartum depression.
During my hospital stay, I read in the news
that the Sterling’s second daughter was
suffering from severe postpartum depression
and had jumped off a building with her baby
in her arms.
But that was the past. I had dealt with Jess’s
crazy family. Now, with a salary from Evelyn, I
would do my best in this job.
Ashley lived in the same community as Jess,
but in a luxurious apartment.
My room was bigger than Jess’s master
bedroom. It was well–lit, well–ventilated with
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a massive window. It was my dream room.
My job was easy, just assist in helping Ashley
with her daily life, take notice of her moods
and talk to her.
There was a nanny who was taking care of
the baby.
Ashley was always very quiet and fragile. She
would just sit by the window, looking off into space. She was like a porcelain doll about to
break.
Fortunately, I’m naturally upbeat, and she
hadn’t rejected all forms of social interaction.
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I stuck by Ashley, always near her. My first
goal was to make sure I wasn’t a threat to
her. I always put fresh sunflowers, her favorite
flower, in a vase and made sure to slowly get
her used to the flavors she liked.
I soon discovered that she loved blue, liked
listening to piano, and slept with a teddy
bear.
Slowly, I made the house a place where she
felt safe.
She was starting to open up to me, sharing
her pains. When she did, I’d listen, I would
hold her and reassure her. She gradually got
better, and started to drop her guard. She
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was even joking with us.
The weather was great that day. There was a
huge wisteria bloom in the park.
I saw that she wanted to go out, so I asked,
“Do you want to go for a walk with me?”
It had been some time since she’d stepped
outside.
She was having a good day. She sat
underneath the wisteria, a gentle breeze
blowing through her hair.
I was chatting to her, when I suddenly felt a
strong force push me from behind.
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“You two–faced, ungrateful piece of
garbage!”
