The Nanny Wants the Inheritance? I'll Teach Her a Lesson

I came back to take care of my father's affairs,

only to discover he'd married the housekeeper six months ago,

and transferred the house into her name.

She moved into my home, ate my food, used my things, and ground my mother's portrait underfoot.

"This is my house. I'll do whatever I want!"

I sued her, but people accused me of disrespecting an old man's dying wish and condemned me by the thousands.

"How can you not even tolerate your stepmother? Are you even human?"

I spent the rest of my life depressed.

Luckily, I was reborn,

on the very first day the housekeeper walked through our door.