Chapter 3

Natalie hurriedly called Mrs. Wilson to the bedroom.

"Mrs. Wilson, can you smell any perfume on me?"

Mrs. Wilson leaned in and sniffed Natalie's arm and neck. "I don't smell anything, just a bit of shampoo scent in your hair."

Natalie frowned, pacing back and forth before asking, "When you used to serve that dead girl, what did she smell like?"

Mrs. Wilson thought for a moment. "I don't think she had any particular scent. That poor thing didn't know how to enjoy life. She had a whole cabinet full of perfumes but I never saw her use any. She didn't have any feminine fragrance at all!"

Mrs. Wilson was sent to the Thorne house by my mother six months ago. She said since I still hadn't gotten pregnant, she was sending Mrs. Wilson, who was skilled at making medicinal dishes, to help improve my health.

The change in the Reed family's attitude towards me had made me happy for quite a while.

Even though Mrs. Wilson never actually cooked a meal for me after she arrived, it still made me hopeful about my parents' love.

But later I realized that from the moment Mrs. Wilson appeared before me, it was the first step in the Reed family's plan to help Natalie replace me.

Mrs. Wilson came to the Thorne house to observe my living habits and secretly record videos for Natalie to imitate me.

Hearing Mrs. Wilson's mockery of me, Natalie's lips curled into a smile. "Not only was she poor, she was also short-lived."

Mrs. Wilson looked confused. "Short-lived?"

Natalie's smile froze on her face, but she quickly recited her prepared lines, "She was always very weak. The old widow who took care of her was always saying she needed to take her to the doctor, hoping our parents would give more living expenses."

"All they did was ask our family for money. It was just a beggar raising another beggar! You could tell that dead girl had never seen the world. She did everything herself, which made it awkward for me to order the servants around."

I angrily rushed over and tried to punch and kick her, but my fists and feet passed right through her body with no effect.

The Reed family only gave money for those first few years. They never gave another cent after that. It was all my grandmother scraping by collecting recyclables to provide for my food and clothing.

When they needed someone to take my place, that's when they finally remembered me.

Mrs. Wilson started giving Natalie advice, "Why don't you wash your hair a few more times with the shampoo in the bathroom? Maybe the scent from the shampoo you used at home hasn't completely faded yet."

"Evelyn Reed didn't care about these things. She just used whatever the Thorne household provided. She wasn't as particular as you."

Natalie pressed her lips together in annoyance. "I've been using it every day! How has it not washed out yet? I'll wash it again later."

After sending Mrs. Wilson away, Natalie made a phone call.

"Master Shen, have you contained Evelyn Reed's wandering soul like I asked?"

I leaned in close to the phone to hear the response.

"Don't worry, ma'am. I've used my magic to trap her soul on the spirit altar. She doesn't even have a chance at reincarnation!"

Spirit altar... yeah right.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I floated around the room a few times.

Although I don't know why I'm bound to stay by her side, a truly capable master wouldn't speak so obsequiously. He's clearly just afraid of losing business.