It seemed the employee wanted to show off in front of Hazel. She glanced at her, then stepped forward to grab me.

"Ms. Moore's just doing this to spare you the embarrassment. She didn't call you a nanny and even treats you like a best friend. Now, get off the chair and help her out!" she barked.

A crisp smack echoed in the air. I slapped her across the face with the back of my hand.

"How dare you hit me!"

"Oh, I'll do more than hit you. I'm firing you," I said.

Seeing that I was serious, Richard hurried over. He said with a fake, comforting tone, "Linda is a senior employee. How can you fire her over something so trivial? Why don't you go home and cool off?"

So, an employee insulting the CEO was considered trivial.

"Max, please, don't make it any harder for me, alright?" Hazel pleaded, tugging at my arm.

She then turned to the employee. "Linda, I know you're worried about me, but you can't talk to Max like that. She's sick and can't handle this kind of provocation. Don't do it again, okay?"

I yanked my arm free and glanced at the employee's ID badge. Her name was Linda Green. Then, I immediately called HR. "Handle the termination of Linda Green from the business department, please. Thank you."

Linda burst into laughter. "Oh my gosh. Look at you go."

It wasn't long before she received a call from HR. She stood there, dumbfounded, staring at me. "You… M-Ms. Moore? What's going on here?"

Hazel immediately pulled her aside to explain. I didn't bother arguing. My priority was to get home quickly and make sure Miles was safe. Only then could I deal with these two without holding back.

Soon, our chauffeur, Leonard Clark, arrived. "Mrs. Hudson."

That only confused Linda even more. Immediately, Hazel shot Leonard a look. "Leonard, I'm here!"

Realizing an outsider was present, he respectfully turned to Hazel, treating me as if I didn't exist. She told me, "Max, I called Leonard over. Let's head home together."

Seeing her put on that fake act, I looked at her coldly. "Walk home by yourself. And get out of my house."

Hazel was stunned. "W-What are you talking about, Max?"

Linda, now completely convinced of who the "real" CEO was, let out a mocking laugh. "You're really a lunatic. How dare you tell Ms. Moore to move out of her own house? She's been far too kind not to send you into a psychiatric ward!"

Hazel kept up the act. "Why don't we let Richard drive? We can sit in the back and talk."

I scoffed and shook my head. "I don't think you heard me clearly. I told you to get out of my house. Richard, too."

Hazel's pitiful act made Leonard take her side. "Easy… Every time you had an episode, Hazel was the one taking care of you. You really shouldn't have embarrassed her like that in front of everyone."

Perfect. Yet another ingrate.

"In that case, you should pick up your last paycheck," I said to Leonard. "From now on, she'll be the one paying you."

I snatched the keys from his hand and walked off without looking back.

That evening, Hazel came to me, looking as pitiful as she had the day she first showed up at my doorstep. "Max, are you mad at me? The shareholders have been pushing to sell their shares lately. You know, we sell health products, and your health hasn't been great.

"That's the only reason we didn't admit your identity. We were worried it might hurt the company's reputation. Just… stay at home and rest from now on. I'll take care of company affairs."

What a load of nonsense. So, the owner of a pharmaceutical company wasn't allowed to get sick, then?

I knew they were giving me harmful drugs, but I hadn't gathered the evidence, so I couldn't blow my cover just yet.

"I see… I guess I was being a little petty," I said, forcing a fake smile.

"Glad you understand. I'll have Richard bring your medicine over in a bit."

A few minutes later, Richard came in with the medicine. He looked devoted, wrapping his arms around me as if nothing had ever happened. "Honey, don't waste your energy on meaningless people. Here, take your meds. You'll have better sleep after that."

He didn't relax until he saw me finish it, then held me close as we lay down together. After a long while, he gently shook me. He made sure I was unconscious before he freed his hand to send a message.

At that moment, I quickly spat the medicine into a towel I had prepared in advance.

Richard had the habit of casting movies onto the TV screen. Right then, he was sending messages. I glanced over, and sure enough, Hazel's name was on the screen.

Hazel: "Is that bitch out yet? If she is, come over quickly."

Richard: "I was generous with the dose today, so she passed out quickly. Babe, why don't you come over instead? I think it'll be thrilling to do it beside her."

Hazel: "No, you come. By the way, we should speed up our plan. I'm thinking of Linda's suggestion. Maybe we can send that woman straight into a psychiatric hospital."

When Richard saw the message, he grabbed two condoms from the drawer and hurried out of the room. Watching their conversation, I trembled with rage.

The two people I loved and trusted the most were stabbing me in my back. Setting aside my hurt, I swiftly pulled out my phone and snapped photos of the chat cast on the screen.

When the door clicked, I lay back down. He rushed back in, saw that I was "asleep", and quickly turned off the screen. Then, he left again.

…

The next day, Hazel brought me the medicine. "Max, I've asked a doctor to come by and help with your treatment today. You should take your meds now."

It was the same drug that made my mind scatter. In my previous life, it was this very medicine that made me confess I had a mental disorder, giving her the excuse to send me to the psychiatric hospital.

"Okay," I said, then downed it all at once.

Soon, the doctor they arranged arrived. "From what I can tell, Ms. Moore does indeed have a serious mental disorder. I recommend hospitalization for observation."

He reported to Hazel. Regardless of whether I was actually ill, he would still say I was.

I sat on the couch with a blank expression and looked up at Richard. "Honey, am I really sick?"

He pretended to look sorrowful. "Honey, I hate to see you hospitalized too, but don't worry. I'll visit you often."

Hazel parroted, "Yeah, we will, Max. Just focus on getting better, and I'll hold down the fort here."

I turned to our actual nanny and asked, "Martha, do you really think I'm sick?"

Martha Brown glanced at Hazel, then nodded emphatically. "You've always been sick, haven't you? You fantasized being the lady of the house. Just a few days ago, you threatened to kill me."

Wonderful. Another ingrate.

With reddened eyes, Hazel came up and hugged me. "You must hang in there and take care of yourself, Max."

Suddenly, her tone shifted as she whispered in my ear, "Be a good girl and stay there until you recover, okay? I'll take care of your husband and son. Richard is… truly a sweetheart."

Soon, the car they arranged arrived. A few burly men stepped out. Hazel crossed her arms and glanced at me. "That's her. Take her away. And make sure you take good care of her for me."

Just as they were about to drag me off, another group of medical staff rushed in. "Stop right there! Show us your licenses!"