"Use the bathroom inside the room. I've prepared a bucket for you. Take it to the yard and clean it yourself in the morning."
I halted and frowned.
This so-called wealthy family was really a small temple with fierce winds.
If I didn't draw a line now, even a nanny would feel free to climb over my head.
I calmly looked at her, suddenly stepping closer and lowering my voice.
"It's one thing for this family to be stupid—after all, we're related by blood."
"But who gave you, a nanny, the courage to target me like this?"
The nanny's face changed abruptly. "I—I didn't—"
"Heh. No?" I sneered, just about to expose her little tricks—when she suddenly shoved me hard.
I fell to the ground.
The noise immediately drew attention from downstairs, and my family rushed over.
"What are you doing?" Cedrick shouted as soon as he reached the top of the stairs.
"Why are you hitting Auntie Millie?!"
He didn't even bother to understand the situation before assigning blame.
Encouraged by Cedrick backing her up, the nanny straightened her back and spoke with a wronged expression.
"He was dissatisfied with the room and deliberately threw himself down to frame me."