Chapter 4

I quickly made up an excuse.

"I wanted to order you KFC for breakfast, but your grandma wouldn't let me. She even hit me."

Sure enough, Oliver's expression immediately changed.

He glared fiercely at Fiona.

"I want KFC! Grandma, why won't you let me have KFC!"

When I first tried to win Oliver over, I thought it would be difficult. But it turned out to be much easier than I expected.

Oliver had already been spoiled rotten by his grandmother. He would often badmouth Mandy in front of me.

"My mom is so stupid. My dad has taken care of her for so many years, but she can't do anything right. And she doesn't even wear makeup - she's so ugly. Rachel, I wish you could be my new mom.

"Next time there's a parent-teacher meeting, can you come instead of my mom? You're young and pretty. All my classmates would be so jealous."

I took him out for KFC a few times and skipped school to go to the amusement park, and I had him wrapped around my finger.

"My mom says fries and fried chicken are junk food and won't let me eat them. Grandma is better, she lets me eat them sometimes. But you're the best, Rachel. You even let me have ice cream."

Oliver clung affectionately to my arm.

"When you become my mom, can I come to the amusement park every day instead of doing homework?"

"Of course, sweetie. You can do whatever you want, and I'll support you all the way."

As if I cared whether this brat did his homework or ate junk food. He wasn't my kid after all.

So on the day Mandy and Lucas divorced, when Mandy cried and tried to take Oliver with her, he rudely pushed her away.

"You can't even make money. Am I supposed to go begging with you?

"Just leave. I'll have a new mom soon, and she's pretty and young - a hundred times better than you."

Mandy left with a look of utter disappointment. What a fool. She'd slaved away for the Moore family for over a decade and was leaving with nothing. I wasn't about to end up like her.

Seeing that his grandson only cared about KFC and didn't react at all to seeing his grandmother beaten, Fiona burst into tears.

"You ungrateful brat! Grandma's love for you all these years was wasted!"

As she cried, she took out her phone to call Lucas.

"Son— come back quickly— your mother is about to be beaten to death. Oh, my son—"

From the other end came Lucas's impatient voice.

"What's all this fuss so early in the morning? I'm just downstairs, I forgot my passport. Whatever it is, come down and tell me."