You're Unworthy

Eight years ago, Eve's mother had a car accident, and the hit-and-run driver fled the scene.

She was still in school, unable to bear the enormous medical expenses.

Forced to drop out, she took on various jobs to raise funds for the medication.

On that fateful night, she was working the night shift.

By the time she finished, it was well past midnight, and the streets were nearly deserted.

Exhausted, she neglected the traffic lights, crossing the road without paying attention, and that's when a car turned the corner.

She was struck down, though the vehicle managed to decelerate in time, sparing her from harm.

A man, resembling an aristocratic gentleman in his white casual suit, emerged from the car and approached Eve.

Backlit, she thought he was a celestial being descending, only to be met with his indifferent words: "Are you blind?"

Despite his refined appearance, this gentleman was filled with arrogance and indifference, viewing everything with disdain.

Eve, fatigued from consecutive nights, couldn't get up even though she hadn't been injured. "No, I..."

"Faking an accident? How troublesome."

The man clicked his tongue, pulled out his phone, and, fixing his gaze on Eve's face for a few seconds, abruptly changed his tone.

"I have things to do. How much do you want?"

Misunderstood as a scammer, Eve's patience wore thin.

She glared at the man, "Don't think you can..."

Before she could finish, a wad of cash was thrown in front of her.

"Enough?"

Eve chuckled, "Not enough."

"How much do you want?"

"Nothing. I just want you to be reasonable."

The man gazed at her with profound eyes, his phone ringing once again.

Without a word, he pulled Eve into the car, revved the engine, and sped away.

That night, he arrived at a hotel, witnessing his girlfriend's infidelity. And Eve played a part in the drama by his side.

Subsequently, Eve received a notice from the hospital: the debts for her mother's treatment had been settled, and her mother, now a vegetable, had been placed in a care facility.

Over a month later, she was pregnant.

At the hospital for a check-up, she unexpectedly encountered the man again.

He was Bryan.

She chose to give birth to the child, and Bryan agreed, with the sole condition that she could bear the child but not claim any parental rights.

"You don't deserve to be the mother of my child, Bryan's child."

After giving birth to Yvonne, she became the maid for the Evans family, not even considered Bryan's lover.

A year later, she gave birth to a son, Dave Evans.

Eight years had passed, and even she felt it was too long.

Dave's crying brought Eve back to her thoughts.

She rushed upstairs to find the little one rolling and crying in the crib, while Auntie Tess was frantically preparing milk.

"Little darling, don't cry too hard. I'm sweating, don't ruin your voice. Almost done."

Eve approached, comforting Dave in her arms.

The baby, tear-stained but now smiling, Auntie Tess snorted and handed Eve the bottle.

"Did you hear what I said in the dining room?"

Eve fed Dave, then sat on the bed, holding the child.

"I didn't teach Dave to call me 'mom.' You're falsely accusing me."

Auntie Tess sat down, her tone suddenly serious.

"Eve, we've been living together for eight years. Let me be frank with you. Do you know why Madam Evans asked me to bring the two children back to the old mansion?"

Eve shook her head. Madam Evans wasn't particularly fond of the two children, only occasionally allowing Auntie Tess to bring them for a visit.

"Bryan is about to get engaged to Miss Brown. This visit is to let Miss Brown meet the two children since she'll be their mother from now on."

A pang of pain hit Eve's chest. She could only take a deep breath to ease it.

"Is that so?"

"This household is about to have a real mistress. Do you think it's appropriate for you to continue lingering here?"