I quickly hid under the bed, watching the person who came in….


    It was the caretaker.


    From the way Peter and Yasmin could walk around the Ford family so freely, it could be seen that


    there was something wrong with this caretaker.


    The caretaker’s name was Angel Ewing. She had been taking care of Michael and me ever since I


    came to the Ford family.


    We called her Angel. She was 48 years old this year. She dressed inly every day without much


    makeup, making her look somewhat old. But it was not difficult to see that her facial features were


    still delicate. She must have been a beauty when she was young.


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    Angel had a gentle personality and was also intelligent. She never talked much, but Lois trusted her


    very much, so she let her take care of me and Michael.


    I hid under the bed and watched quietly.


    Angel slowly walked to the bedside and silently looked at Michael, who was sleeping soundly on the


    bed.


    Frowning, I hid cautiously.


    A caretaker sneaking into the master’s room in the middle of the night and staring at him so


    strangely was chilling to even think about.


    “Angel, why are you still awake in the middle of the night? You scared me half to death!” Yasmin


    walked into the room and was startled by Angel.


    The room was dim. Angel standing by the bed was indeed a bit scary.


    “Those drugs… Are they really not harmful to Mr. Ford’s health?” Angel asked in a low voice.


    “After Stephanie’s death, Michael was deeply affected. He has a tendency to fall into depression.


    He would’vemitted suicide if it weren’t for you…” Yasmin sighed. “We’re doing this for his own


    good.”


    Angel nodded. “That’s good. I’m just worried about Mr. Ford. Ms. Bailey, you should rest early too.”


    Angel turned to leave the room, but she stopped at the door.


    I didn’t know if it was my illusion, but I felt that Angel was looking in my direction…..


    I clenched my fingers and took a deep breath, not daring to make a sound.


    I felt that of all the people in the Ford family, I couldn’t see through any of them anymore.


    On the contrary, Michael, whom I once couldn’t understand, had be the easiest to see


    through…


    “Mike, don’t me me. You were the one who provoked me first. You asked for my help to get rid of


    Stephanie. You said that she was always clinging to you. I helped you, so you have to help me


    too.” Yasmin sat by the bed, gently touching Michael’s face. “Mike, I really love you…”


    “You know what? I’m jealous of Stephanie. Why can she get your mother’s approval, but I can’t?


    Am I worse than her? If it weren’t for your mother’s disapproval, we might have gotten engaged and


    married a long time ago.


    “If we were married, I wouldn’t have had to go to such lengths. I was vited because of you. Now,


    I’m pregnant. This is what you owe me, and you will always owe me.” Yasmin’s voice turned from


    hoarse to hateful.


    Frowning, I held my breath under the bed, afraid that Yasmin would discover me.


    No wonder Michael wanted to keep Yasmin by his side. It was not only because he owed her his life


    but it was also out of guilt.


    Michael said Yasmin’s child wasn’t his, so there had to be a story between them…


    “Mike, you can only be mine. I don’t care if Stephany is a real ghost or a fake her live any longer.”


    Yasmin gritted her teeth.


    one,


    I can’t let


    She wanted to get rid of me because she felt guilty.


    She was nning something big with Peter, and I was an obstacle.


    “Have a good sleep. Soon after, I’ll be living by your side as Stephanie.” Yasminughed and got up


    to leave.


    After making sure Yasmin had left, I breathed a sigh of relief.


    Crawling out from under the bed, I nced at Michael…


    I used to think he was high and mighty, but he had always been manipted. He was quite pitiful.


    “Oh, Mike… Take good care of yourself.” I shook my head and turned to leave.


    When I quietly closed the door, I thought I saw Michael move, but I wasn’t sure if I had seen


    it wrong.


    Was he pretending to sleep?


    After returning to my room, I continued to browse through my parents‘ ounts.


    “Stephie has been diagnosed. Peter said it’s Asperger’s syndrome, a type of autism spectrum


    disorder. I don’t know why my child is like this. I just hope she can grow up healthy and happy.”


    When I was five years old, my parents said I was diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome. My only


    understanding of this condition was that it was characterized by social istion and high IQ.


    I scratched my head. Could it be that I was just socially isted? My IQ… was just average. During


    my college entrance exam, I was just an ordinary good student even though I studied until midnight.


    I was still far from a genius like Steven.