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The next morning, I woke up in a luxurious princess bed. The room was decorated in pink, like a dream, and the cupboards were filled with stuffed toys and Barbie dolls, showing the endless love of me, the only daughter of the Smith family.

I stood in front of the mirror. The child in the mirror had a face as white as jade, delicate and cute, but his eyes revealed a depth and coldness that was inconsistent with his age.

Rachel aspires to become a wealthy lady with everything going her way, but I will make her look at the wealth and glory before her, but never be able to touch it, so that she can only be a servant who cannot see the light of day for the rest of her life.

There were bursts of conversation coming from downstairs.

"Where's the young lady?"

It's grandma, grandma is here.

" The young lady is still sleeping upstairs and hasn't gotten up yet." The housekeeper responded respectfully.

"Then let her sleep a little longer. Children are always sleepy."

"Bring that shameless woman here. I want to see what's so special about her."

In front of my grandmother, I was always a well-behaved and obedient child, her sweet and caring little cotton-padded jacket. No matter what I planned, I would first ask for her opinion. Compared with those overly spoiled second-generation rich people, even if I was a little spoiled, I seemed exceptionally well-behaved and refined.

As time went by, people in the entire circle praised me highly, saying that I was well-behaved and obedient, and had a good family tradition.

The servants of each family spread the word, so that when people talked about me, they were all full of praise, saying that their daughters-in-law’s children were not as easy to take care of as mine.

Whenever grandma heard this, her face was filled with joy and she couldn't stop smiling.

After my mother died of childbirth complications, she intended for my father to remarry, but he was a rebellious person and did not obey.

All he needed was an heir, gender was not important. Moreover, he and my mother were in an arranged marriage, and an agreement had been made before the marriage that my mother only needed to give birth to one child, no matter if it was a boy or a girl, who would be the only heir to the Smith family.

No matter how much my grandmother wanted my father to remarry, if he disagreed, there was nothing she could do. Moreover, blatantly urging him to get married might cause a rift between the Smith family and my maternal grandparents. Therefore , even though I was a girl and not a boy, my grandmother, as a head of a family that favored boys over girls, was dissatisfied, but I was her granddaughter and brought honor to her, so she naturally liked me.

I am so favored, but Rachel suffers.

She used despicable means to occupy the position of Smith family's wife, and even tried to plot against me, a child of only five years old. My grandmother would definitely not recognize her in the circle of wealthy families, but would torture her in every way.

In my previous life, whenever my grandmother wanted to torture Rachel, I would always act like a spoiled child to divert her attention, allowing Rachel to escape time and time again.

But in this life, she will have to bear the consequences.

I quietly hid at the corner of the stairs and observed her. I saw that she was wearing a white dress, her face was haggard, her eyes were red, and her cheeks were red and swollen, which made her look pitiful.

Rachel stood there trembling, not daring to speak.

Grandma was dressed elegantly, her eyes slightly lowered. She blew gently on the tea in her hand, took a sip, then gently put the tea down. Only then did she raise her eyelids and look Rachel up and down.

"Are you Rachel? You are so petty, wanting to be a phoenix, but you don't even consider your own worth and whether you have the life to enjoy it."

She stood up and approached Rachel , tugged at Rachel 's white dress, and glanced at the Hermès label on it, with a look of sarcasm and disdain on her face:

" You enjoy wearing a brand name, don't you? You didn't have the chance to wear it in your first half of your life, but now you can wear it easily as soon as you get here. Are you feeling extremely proud?"

Rachel shook her head in denial with a look of horror, still keeping her head down.

Grandma continued:

"Elena is my Smith family's child. You dared to set your sights on her just to get promoted. You really don't know your place and are very courageous."

"I tell you, you will never be able to enjoy this wealth, but you will definitely have to endure this torture."

Grandma turned around and sat back on the sofa, shouting:

"Auntie Evans, come in."

A middle-aged woman who was slightly fat but looked very capable walked in. She was an elderly person next to grandma, and grandma should let her stay here to supervise Rachel .

In the previous life, grandma also asked Auntie Evans to stay, but I refused. But grandma said that only if Auntie Evans stayed, Rachel could stay.

"Rachel, didn't you say you like Elena? Do you want to be my granddaughter's mother? Then you will be responsible for taking care of Elena's daily life from now on. Auntie Evans will teach you how to do it and supervise you. Don't think about doing anything to my granddaughter or being clever. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Rachel had a pig-like face, her eyes widened, and she asked in disbelief:

"Don't you have a nanny? Why do I have to take care of her myself? Besides, I've already obtained my marriage certificate with Mr. Smith. I'm his wife. How can I do such a thing?"

Grandma raised a trace of disdain at the corner of her mouth:

" Wife? You weren't married in a formal way, who do you think you are? A lowly thing thinking of being the master? From today on, you will be the nanny of the family. If you are willing to take good care of my granddaughter, you can stay in this family. Otherwise, I will have you thrown out. It will only make my granddaughter cry for a few days."

Rachel nodded timidly, not daring to show any more dissatisfaction, holding her breath.

The colorful phone case was Rachel 's. Grandma opened a social platform on her phone, which was full of Rachel's intentional or unintentional bragging about her life as a rich lady. Grandma frowned and asked: " Is this your phone? We in the Smith family don't let you show off. If you don't know the limits again, I don't mind asking the housekeeper to teach you some more rules and let your beautiful face have a few more scars."

After saying that, the housekeeper took a step forward and raised his hand to slap her. Rachel staggered back a few steps in fear, nodding her head and saying she would never dare to do it again.

Grandma snorted coldly, turned around and went upstairs to see me.

I quickly ran back to my room and pretended to be still asleep.

Only after everyone in the living room had left did Rachel dare to relax. She let out a long breath, sat down on the ground, and sobbed softly.

The old feud is over.