After the Storm, A Rainbow of Love

"I don't know what kind of charm you used on Jessi to make her insist on having you as her mother, but since my daughter has asked, I will agree to it."

Emily looked embarrassed and tried to argue. "Mr. Taylor, you're joking. I genuinely care for Ms. Taylor and truly like you. How can you say I charmed her?"

Michael's expression showed his impatience. "Whether you're sincere or not doesn't matter to me. Since you are so eager to become Mrs. Taylor, I will grant your wish. But remember, your position in the Taylor family depends entirely on Jessi. If you truly care for Jessi, you must devote yourself to pleasing my daughter.

"Otherwise, I will make sure you fall from grace."

Emily's face turned pale, and she softly agreed.

I rubbed my eyes at the right moment and called out. "Daddy."

Seeing me awake, Michael's harsh expression immediately softened. "Daddy's here. Jessi, are you hungry?"

I nodded gently.

Michael patted my back, stood up holding me, and started towards the dining room.

Emily tried to follow us and called out. "Jessi, are you hungry? Do you want me to feed you?"

But before she could take a few steps, the butler stopped her.

I ignored her and nestled my head against Michael. He paused, glanced at the butler, Robert, who immediately understood, and motioned to the servants in the living room.

They covered Emily's mouth and dragged her out. She struggled and looked terrified, trying to free herself.

But it was futile. Our servants were well-trained, stronger than average, and skilled in handling such situations.

Soon, the sound of slaps and Emily's screams faintly reached us. Robert warned her, "How dare you overstep in front of Mr. Taylor? You climbed into Ms. Taylor's life with shameless schemes and dare to cross the line. Today, I will teach you the rules. Remember this lesson well."

"Keep hitting her! Harder!"

Although Michael allowed her into the Taylor family to take care of me, she was only given a nominal title and was actually more like a respectable nanny. Considering Emily's deceit, Michael would not let her off easily; he had to teach her a lesson to establish authority on my behalf.

In my past life, Emily had also been slapped by Robert to set rules. It was Michael's ruthlessness that kept her in line for ten years, pretending to be caring until she became pregnant. Thinking she had a secure position, she then hastily planned to kill me.

Sitting in a high chair, I slowly drank my porridge. Michael occasionally added some food to my plate. I looked up and sweetly smiled at him. "Thank you, Daddy!"

Michael happily patted my little head.

I wondered, 'Emily, I wonder how you'll manage to remain the lady of the house without my intervention this time?'

The next day, I woke up in a luxurious princess bed. The room was filled with pink, plush toys, and Barbie dolls, showcasing how much the Taylor family's only daughter was cherished.

Standing in front of the mirror, the child reflected back at me was exquisitely delicate and adorable, but her eyes held a deep and cold look.

Emily wanted to be a wealthy lady living in luxury. I would make sure she can see all the riches before her but never reach them, condemning her to remain a lowly servant for life.