Trading My Ex for His Uncle

The maid hesitated. "Ms. Nixon, isn't this a bit too much?"

After all, Nyla was still Emerald's daughter. The weather was freezing, and she had already been locked in the attic.

Even though Emerald didn't care much for her, if something happened to Nyla, the one to take the fall wouldn't be Delia-it would be the maid herself.

Delia shot her a cold glance, eyes filled with contempt. "If you don't want to do what I asked, you can leave right now. The estate has no need for useless people."

The maid quickly relented. "I'll do it, Ms. Nixon! Please don't fire me."

"Then what are you waiting for? Go now!" Delia snapped.

The maid turned and rushed out, fetching a bucket of ice-cold water before heading to the attic.

At present, Nyla was sitting in the pitch-dark attic, slumped against the wall.

She had woken up early that morning, hadn't slept well, and had even gotten into a fight with Delia. Now, she was completely drained.

Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, the attic door suddenly creaked open.

Before she could even lift her head, a bucket of freezing water was dumped over her.

The attacker acted swiftly, slamming the door shut and scurrying away before she could react.

...

Back in Delia's room, the maid reported that she had done as instructed.

Delia smirked. "Good job. As long as you keep doing what I tell you, you'll be rewarded."

The maid looked uneasy. "Ms. Nixon, it's so cold, and there's nothing in the attic. What if something happens to Ms. Kinsey?"

She had only wanted a stable job to support her family-not to get involved in anything dangerous.

Delia chuckled. "Don't worry. Even if something does happen, no one will blame you."

If Nyla caught a fever or fell ill, it would be her own fault for having such a weak constitution.

In fact, Delia hoped she'd burn up so badly that she turned into a fool-then she'd finally stop trying to seduce Andre.

"Alright..." the maid muttered nervously.

...

Emerald had been out negotiating a business deal. Since the discussion ran late, she decided to stay overnight at a hotel owned by the Nixons, only returning to the estate early the next morning.

As soon as her car pulled up at the entrance, she spotted Andre, who had arrived to tutor Nyla.

It was then that Emerald suddenly remembered-she had ordered Nyla to be locked in the attic the day before.noveldrama

With everything that had happened, she had forgotten to have her released.

It was just one night. Surely, nothing serious had happened.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Andre, the two walked into the estate together.

Upon entering the hall, Emerald turned to a maid. "Go get Nyla. Her tutor is here." The maid nodded. "Yes, Madam."

Ten minutes later, she came rushing back, looking panicked.

Emerald was sipping coffee with Andre when she heard the hurried footsteps. She turned to the maid with a frown. "What's got you in such a panic?"

"Madam, there's something I need to tell you," the maid said urgently.

Emerald's frown deepened, her voice turning cold. "What is it? Is Nyla throwing a tantrum and refusing to come?"

If that was the case, she'd leave her locked up for a few more days and see how long she could hold out.

"No, Madam... Ms. Kinsey has a fever. She's unconscious," the maid informed her.

"What?!" Emerald set down her coffee with a sharp clink. "Go get the doctor. Her health is ridiculously weak."