The moment Priscilla got home the next day, my mom rushed over and asked, "Well? Did he confess his feelings?"

"Calm down. Samson's a steady man. He'll take care of his father's funeral first, that's for sure," my dad said from the side, trying to sound wise.

But almost immediately, he rubbed his hands together and blurted, "Did you spend the night together?"

Priscilla set her bag down before answering, "I didn't see him at all yesterday, but his assistants were really nice. They asked me a bunch of questions. And after that, I don't remember much."

She paused, trying hard to recall.

"Well, I wandered through a cold garden at the Carroll residence and ended up falling asleep on the patio. By the time I woke up, I was already in the car."

Then, something unreadable gleamed in her eyes. She continued, "Samson probably didn't want me getting too tired, so he had them send me home to rest. Don't worry. He'll definitely call."

My mom, however, grew anxious and started pacing. "You need to think harder. What exactly happened? Come on. Let's do a test."

The two of them chattered away in the bedroom for a while. When they finally came out, my mom nodded at my dad and smiled.

In an instant, his eyes lit up. "So it did happen? If she ends up pregnant, that would be perfect! Fiona, take her to the hospital for a test now!"

My mom grinned from ear to ear as she said, "Don't be silly! Even if she's pregnant, it's way too early to tell. We've got to wait a few more days."

"Oh, right! I'm so excited to the point I'm not thinking straight. Please, let her be pregnant."

With that, my dad rushed out to the yard and got down on his knees to pray. Meanwhile, Priscilla looked a little shy as she remarked, "Once I have his baby, I'll be Mrs. Carroll for real."

"Now that's what I call good news!" my mom declared.

Then, she turned to me with a glare. "What are you standing around for? Go make some eggs for your sister. She needs double the nutrients now!"

I didn't move an inch. Instead, I stared at this absurd family in disbelief. Upon seeing that, my dad stormed over and slapped me twice.

"Are you deaf? Go on!" he snapped.

Right then, Pricilla's phone chimed. She practically jumped to her feet and shot me a smug look. "It's a text from Samson."

My parents rushed over to look.

His message read, "You're not getting away. I'll come find you once my father's funeral is over."

Priscilla immediately switched to a syrupy voice and recorded a reply. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll wait for you."

A glow spread across her face after sending it.

"See? He's worried I'll disappear. I told you! He's more eager than I am!"

My mom clapped her hands hard. "It's a done deal! If you're carrying his child, it's locked in. Now, we just wait for him to come and ask for your hand."

"I knew it," she added. "With your looks and figure, how could he not fall for you? Look how fast it happened. He couldn't wait to sleep with you!"

My dad chimed in, "Exactly. He's in a rush to marry her. He's probably terrified she'll bolt."

While the two of them kept whispering gleefully, Priscilla stripped off her clothes, threw them at me, and ordered, "Wash these. Delilah Jensen, treat me well, and maybe you won't have to keep being the family maid."

Out of nowhere, my dad grabbed the ashtray and slammed it onto my head, sending ashes down my face.

"From now on, when Priscilla tells you to do something, you do it. Understood?"

I quietly picked up Priscilla's clothes, planning to take them for testing. Finally, I spoke. "Mom, Dad, I'm out of money. Can you lend me a little—"

Before I could finish, my dad barked, "You piss me off just by standing there. Get lost! I don't have a daughter like you. Don't come back here just to embarrass us."

"But when you bought this house, I lent you 200 thousand dollars. Can you pay me back?" I asked again.

My words hit a nerve. Without a second thought, my dad raised a hand and struck me hard across the back.

"You ungrateful brat! I've spent so much raising you all these years, and now you want to nickel-and-dime me? Don't expect a cent when your sister marries into money!"

Still, I didn't get angry. I simply rubbed my arm and said, "Then, let's settle it right now. Either give me back my money or cut me off from this family. Pick one."

I had barely finished speaking when a folder came flying at my face. Inside was a letter stating they were officially disowning me.

I was overjoyed. That same night, I cut ties with them for good and walked away, ignoring every insult they screamed behind me.

Before long, I had found a new place. That day, as I was getting ready to move, I suddenly saw that Albert's will had been leaked online. The post went viral, and Priscilla's photos were everywhere.

The will made one thing clear—Samson had to marry Priscilla to inherit everything.

With that, speculation exploded. Everyone assumed Priscilla had cared for Albert in his final days and won his favor. To them, it only made sense that he'd want her as his daughter-in-law.

Soon after, a video of her donating blood at the hospital went viral. Netizens praised her beauty, kindness, looks, and figure. They even said it was no surprise that Samson had fallen for her.

Despite all the fuss, Samson never denied a word. As the post gained traction, his silence was taken as confirmation. Before long, rumors ran wild. Everyone was saying he was getting ready to marry Priscilla.

When reporters caught wind of that, they swarmed her for interviews.

"It's nothing, really. I was just doing my job," said Priscilla. "I'm heartbroken over Mr. Carroll Senior's passing and hope the family finds peace in this difficult time."

On camera, she cried so hard she nearly collapsed, and the public quickly praised her kindness.

…

A few days later, the doctor handed me the test results from Priscilla's lingerie. It turned out she hadn't just slept with one man. Poor thing.

When I went back to the Jensen residence to grab my clothes, the house was already packed with neighbors. Even some of Jansbury's social elite had arrived, eager to cozy up to the future Mrs. Carroll. By then, gifts were stacked high against the walls.

Everyone smiled and chatted when someone suddenly spotted a pregnancy test in the trash.

Their eyes lit up as they exclaimed, "Wow! Things are moving fast, huh, Priscilla? I can't believe you're pregnant already!"

Almost immediately, the atmosphere buzzed with energy. Everyone praised her for sealing the deal so fast, and neighbors practically stumbled over themselves trying to flatter her.

The crowd was divided into two groups. One group was consisting of people from my family and the other group was consisting of our neighbors and the elites related to the Carrolls. People shook hands as if it were a massive networking event.

At that moment, someone yelled, "Look! Samson just released a statement!"

Suddenly, every post about Albert's will vanished, and Priscilla's photos disappeared entirely. Samson claimed it was a hoax. He even said there was no will and that his father wasn't dead.

Everyone froze. If Albert were alive, the will would be worthless. All at once, everyone turned to look at Priscilla.

Without missing a beat, she announced, "He's just trying to protect me. After all, the lady of the Carroll family doesn't need to be paraded around.

"Samson will definitely give me a grand wedding. When the time comes, everyone will be invited. I won't forget any of you when I'm living the good life."

Priscilla spoke with her chin raised, looking every bit the victor. Just like that, her assurance lifted everyone's spirits again.

Someone quickly pulled cash from their bag, saying, "Here's a little something to celebrate. Please accept it."

"Mine, too," another chimed in.

"And mine." Within minutes, Priscilla's arms were stuffed with money. That was when a group of bodyguards strode in.

Outside, luxury cars lined the street. It was evident that the Carrolls had arrived.

The bodyguards didn't waste any time and raised their voices. "Who's Priscilla Jensen? You're coming with us."

Already riled up, Priscilla shot back angrily, "Is that how you ask someone to come? Don't you know I'm the future Mrs. Carroll? I might even be carrying his baby!"

Yet, the bodyguards grew impatient. One shoved her and snapped, "Enough. Let's go."

Priscilla stumbled, nearly falling. "What the hell are you doing? I'm the Carrolls' benefactor! I just had a date with Samson a few days ago!"

"Easy. Treat Ms. Jensen with respect," someone said.

Right then, Samson's personal assistant stepped forward. I had seen him online many times before. Priscilla straightened up as he approached and adopted an air of authority, saying, "If we're discussing marriage, my parents need to be involved."

"Of course. No problem," the assistant replied, a polite smile tugging at his lips.

As they left, my mom turned to the neighbors and promised to introduce their kids to the Carroll family's relatives.

The crowd then watched as the three of them got into the car.

I had just grabbed my clothes and was about to head back to my rented apartment when the assistant called out, "Ms. Delilah Jensen? Please come with us as well."