The Babysitter's Daughter is Delusional

Jackson slammed the table in anger, exclaiming, "This is outrageous!"

He immediately stood up, intending to confront Uma.

I quickly held him back, explaining that it wasn't Uma's fault but rather Cameron's delusions.

I played the understanding card. "Uma has been with our family for so many years; it's not easy for her. I haven't even told her about Cameron's delusional behavior.

"In two more months, after the SATs, she'll leave our home. Let's not bother with her anymore," I added, trying to diffuse the situation.

Jackson looked at me with a pang of affection. "Ah, my daughter, always so understanding. I'll be more cautious in the future; Cameron is truly mentally unstable.

"And let's not allow her to ride in our family car anymore. Let her take the normal bus to school. Don't let her provoke you with her crazy talk."

I smiled; mission accomplished.

Jackson vowed to follow through.

The next morning, Cameron woke up early to prepare breakfast, serving Jackson food in a filial manner.

However, Jackson's expression was one of disgust, and he walked away without a word.

Cameron looked bewildered while I calmly enjoyed my breakfast.

As we headed to school, I boarded the car, and Cameron tried to follow suit.

Our driver promptly kicked her out, stating, "Mr. Fox said this car is exclusively for Ms. Fox's school commute. Find your own way."

Cameron was shocked, shouting at the driver, "Bullshit! My dad... Mr. Fox allowed me to ride in it!"

The driver coldly shut the door. "I don't know about that. I received instructions last night. Move along, don't block the way!"

With that, the car drove off, leaving Cameron in a cloud of exhaust fumes.

Feeling relieved, I calmly focused on studying in the car.

Later, the bell had already rung, but Cameron was nowhere to be seen.

She arrived thirty minutes late and was promptly punished by the teacher to stand.

After class, Cameron stormed towards me, accusing me, "You bitch! What did you do? Why did Dad stop me from riding the car?"

I took a step back in surprise.

"What are you talking about? Who's your dad? How would I know why he stopped you from riding?"

Other students gathered around, questioning Cameron's motives.

She, red-faced and furious, warned, "I said this secret would be revealed after the SATs. Don't push me.

"If I reveal it now, you won't be able to handle it!

"And you, bunch of lackeys, stop groveling to Megan. You'll regret not standing by my side."

With that, Cameron stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door behind her as if I had committed a heinous crime.

The classmates were left speechless, and I waved them off. "Let's disperse, let's disperse. She's the daughter of our maid, and her mental state is off.

"Let's treat this as a joke. I'll treat everyone to pizza at lunch."

The students dispersed, all agreeing that Cameron had some serious issues.

Back at home, Cameron persistently tried to approach Jackson.

He sternly ordered her out, not wanting to be disturbed while working.

He then called me over, "Megan, come to the study. My mood improves with you around."

I cheerfully walked to the study, telling Cameron to go out.

Cameron was on the verge of collapse. Later, as I returned to my room, I overheard her conversation with Uma.