Chapter 2

I never imagined that as the daughter of the wealthiest person in the city, I would be called a freeloader to my face.

The key point being—this villa was mine.

Twenty minutes after calling the police, a patrol car pulled up in front of my villa.

The two officers had just gotten out and hadn't even asked about the illegal entry situation when Levitt frantically opened the door.

She rushed over to me, her face pale:

"Miss Alice, what's going on? Why did you call the police?"

I glanced at her without speaking.

The officer looked her up and down and asked:

"Are you the person Miss Alice mentioned—the one who illegally entered and occupied her house?"

Hearing this, Levitt panicked instantly:

"No, no, officers, this is all a misunderstanding."

"I'm Miss Alice's housekeeper, responsible for taking care of her daily needs."

"My daughter's school is on break, so she came to stay for a couple days. The door lock just broke, and when we had someone fix it, they changed the code. There's no occupation of the house."

She pointed at the villa door and smiled apologetically:

"Look, I opened the door right away, didn't I?"

The officer looked at me, then at her, and asked:

"Miss Alice, do you still want to pursue this?"

I was about to speak when Levitt suddenly lowered her voice, pleading humbly in my ear:

"Miss Alice, Lavinia's father died young. I've raised her alone—it hasn't been easy. She just started college, when vanity is strongest, and having lacked affection since childhood, her personality is a bit extreme. If she finds out I'm just a housekeeper, she definitely won't be able to accept it."

"I did this just to make her feel better."

"Please, for the sake of the twelve years I've served your parents, forgive me this once."

Hearing Levitt mention my parents, my heart did soften a bit.

Levitt had been with my family for twelve years.

My mother's health was poor before she died, and Levitt was the one who personally cared for her, serving tea, attending to every detail.

The day my mother passed, Levitt cried harder than anyone, kneeling by the hospital bed holding my mother's hand, saying she would definitely take care of me.

After that, she did exactly that.

After my mother died, she kept the house in perfect order and looked after me like her own daughter.

Whenever I tried to give her tips in the past, she would always decline repeatedly before accepting.

Three months ago, her daughter Lavinia got into the same university as me. Levitt was both happy and worried.

She was glad Lavinia was doing well, but stressed that university tuition was too expensive for her to afford.

Understanding how hard it was for her to raise a child alone, I offered to cover Lavinia's four years of university tuition.

Levitt was so moved she cried.

She clutched my hand, thanking me over and over, saying she would definitely repay my kindness.

But starting last month, things changed.

That day I came home and suddenly saw Lavinia at my house.

I looked confused, but Levitt pulled me aside to quietly explain:

"Miss Alice, Lavinia has nowhere to go on weekends during break. I haven't seen her in so long, so I let her stay for a couple days."

I nodded without saying anything.

The house had plenty of rooms anyway. Letting the mother and daughter reunite wasn't a big deal.

But later, I gradually noticed something was wrong.