Wendy''s p disoriented Helen.


    She always kept a low profile and went along with whatever Ethan and Wendy said, just to survive in the Sanders'' residence. However, even after being so submissive, Wendy still treated her this way! "Wendy, what''s wrong with you? I haven''t done anything!" Helen said, shedding tears of grievance.


    Wendy, looking into the eyes so simr to Melody''s, felt her anger burning even more intensely. "Stop pretending! It''s all because of you that Melody has be so cunning."


    Wendy picked up the nearby teapot and hurled it toward Helen, who failed to dodge in time.


    "Aahh!"


    The steaming water spilled from the teapot and scalded Helen''s entire arm, turning it red.


    Wendy had acted impulsively a moment ago, but upon seeing Helen''s red arm, fear washed over her. "I..."


    Helen, enduring the pain in her arm, forced a smile. "I''m fine, Wendy. Please don''t be mad anymore. What happened?"


    Seeing Helen trying to be amicable, Wendy''s anger subsided by half. She frowned and looked at Helen. "Deep down in your heart, do you still consider Melody as your daughter?"


    Helen immediately shook her head. "Of course not. She severed ties with me long ago when she gave us three million dors. Say, did Melody make you angry again?"


    Wendy was very satisfied with her response. "Yes. That wretched Melody schemed against me today. She humiliated me in front of other people!"


    Wendy recounted the events of her day in detail to Helen. "She embarrassed me and even used the surveince footage to threaten me. She''s truly despicable."


    Helen noticed something as she listened to Wendy''s story. When did her seemingly useless daughter be so wealthy? She could even rent a high-end studio and hire numerous extras. Could she truly have struck gold?


    Helen began to regret her decision. She should not have severed ties with her daughter for the sake of three million dors!


    After all, her daughter might not have any other practical skills, but she did have a decent face. Perhaps she could really catch the eye of some wealthy boss. Even being a mistress for a wealthy person could bring a substantial amount of money to the family.


    "Helen? What are you thinking about?"Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.


    Helen snapped back to reality and looked at Wendy ingratiatingly. "Nothing. I''m just thinking about how to help you get back at her." "That''s the spirit!" Wendy turned her head, looking in another direction. "I''m going to make her regret what she did to me today!"


    While the two were talking, Ethan entered the house and saw the mess on the floor.


    "What''s going on here?" he asked with a frown.


    Hearing Ethan''s voice, Wendy became a bit nervous. ''He''s going to be angry if he finds out Wendy has thrown the teapot at me!''


    Helen patted Wendy''s hand, stood up, and greeted Ethan with a smile. "I identally broke the teapot just now, but I''ll clean it up right away."


    "You''re always so clumsy," scolded Ethan with a re before heading upstairs.


    Wendy followed Helen and spoke as they walked, "As long as you help me get back at Melody, you can rest assured that I''ll put in a few good words for you to my dad." Helen simply nodded.