"You see? Emma Jones still hasn't given up on Martin. I doubt Gloria Smith will have an easy time in the future," someone whispered.
Yes, but this time, I'd love to see how long they can keep dancing.
2
After the banquet, Martin called me over, his children standing beside him.
"Gloria, this is my son Andy Green and my daughter Angela Green. From now on, they're your responsibility, and the household matters are yours to manage."
In my previous life, I took over the household, supervised his son's studies, and disciplined his daughter's early romances, yet I never earned a word of praise. Too afraid to spend his money, I neglected myself and turned into little more than an unpaid housekeeper, working myself into illness.
"Martin, I'm only eight years older than them. I'm still a child myself. How could I possibly manage such a large household?"
He frowned deeply at my words.
"Then what can you do?"
I gently held his hand, softly saying.
"I'm still so young. I don't think I'm capable of handling such a big family. How about giving me some money so I can go study and improve myself?"
Before I came into the picture, it had always been Emma who took care of these two children.
They idolized her glamorous life as a movie star.
While other rich kids were studying, they were learning makeup and dating from her.
In my past life, I spent so much effort trying to correct their bad habits, but they only saw me as an obstacle.
This time, instead of wasting my energy on them, I'd rather focus on bettering myself.
Martin didn't respond, but the two children, overhearing my suggestion, shot me approving looks, clearly pleased they could continue to follow Emma.
3
Not even half a month passed before the two children got into trouble.
They went to visit a classmate's home, who was also a famous family in B City.
"Andy beat up my son in my own home. You'd better come and apologize, and take my boy to the hospital!" a furious mother called me.
In my previous life, it had always been like this—every time they caused trouble, they gave out my phone number.
I would apologize, cover for them, and do my best to smooth things over.
Martin remained blissfully unaware of his son's capacity for causing trouble, and when things eventually blew up, he would place all the blame on me.