Chapitre 9: Adjusting The Contract

Not to mention Aysel, even the old butler was stunned after processing Jolie's words. The words she uttered were the coldest he had ever heard from a parent to their child. Even in the cruel, high-class world where your worth defines how people treat you, it was rare. She was a daughter that stayed in your womb for nine months, the one you went into a life-and-death process just to deliver, not to talk about the different hard circumstances involved after her birth, however, the same mother couldn't wait to sell her daughter off.

What the heck is wrong with the world?

No one in the Swift family thought twice about their words; instead, they all chorused in support, with Vaughn backing his wife's cruel words.

"Exactly, we can sign the contract on her behalf. That wouldn't waste much of our time," he proposed, shooting his wife a loving look. She was always quick-witted when he needed her to be, one of the reason he had married her then.

Aysel's lips trembled with fury, she been struggling to contain her anger since a while ago, but right now, she couldn't hold back anymore! With a loud bang, she kicked the coffee table away, startling everyone.

Aysel stood up and swept away strand of red hair from her face, her eyes filled with hatred as she glared at the cold-blooded human beings she had once called her parents. "You are by far the greediest parents I've ever seen. I pity myself for being born to someone as disgusting as you."

Jolie's expression changed immediately from being humiliated in front of her guests by her own daughter, and she subconsciously reached out to slap Aysel like she usually did.

This had always been her punishment whenever Aysel committed even the slightest wrong.

But to her shock, Aysel grabbed her hand, glaring at her with those large eyes. Those once doe-like eyes, which Jolie remembered to be desperate for her approval and affection, were now filled with seething hatred, shocking her to the core. She almost took a step back with fear.

"Aysel, stop hurting Mommy!" Daisy yelled, stepping in to paint herself as the good daughter—the daughter even someone like Mr. Grant couldn't have. It satisfied her ego immensely, being loved and adored by people she wouldn't spare a glance.

Daisy's face was filled with distress, acting her part flawlessly. "Sister, pl-please don't hit Mommy. You know she's only concerned for you... whatever she's doing, it's for your own good!"

Aysel looked at the pale face of the evil woman she called Mother. She felt nothing but disgust and scorn for this woman who wouldn't hesitate to sell her own daughter.

"She isn't worthy of being called my mother," Aysel said aloud as she released Jolie's wrist. She tore a tissue and wipe the hand she had used to hold her wrist, her disgusted expression igniting a furious rage within Jolie.

Jolie was about to scold Aysel, but her husband quickly pinched her to stay calm in front of the guests and thus, Jolie could only swallowed her anger and dissatisfaction.

Aysel didn't care about them anymore. They had completely extinguished any hope she might have had, and she was ready to go all out.

"Butler Jones, Mr. Anthony, I have a request," she said.

Butler Jones exchanged glances with Anthony and then nodded at her. "Please proceed, Miss Aysel."

"I want to adjust the contract."

"Adjust?!"

"Aysel! Don't be crazy!"

"Sister!!!"

Aysel ignored her family's crazy yells. Unless they physically silenced her, she was determined to speak. "Convert all the benefits to mine. I will sign a contract that requires me to pay a huge sum, and at the same time, revoke all that I would be given if I were to cheat on your master." She observed the duo's unreadable expressions and then nodded slowly. "I think that should do it, right?"

Anthony crossed his legs, studied her serious expression for a moment, then opened his mouth to ask, "You mean to say we shouldn't give any benefits to your family anymore?"

"Yes."

"Aysel! Have you gone crazy?" Vaughn stood up, his eyes blazing, the veins on his neck bulging as he gritted his teeth in disbelief. He stared at his daughter with such hatred that, if looks could kill, she would already be six feet under.

"I am perfectly fine and healthy," Aysel replied with a shrug, completely unfazed by the fury radiating from Vaughn.

Honestly, her boss from her own world was far scarier. That man's eyes were the very definition of fire. She had endured worse, so what fear could a mere angry Vaughn evoke in her?

"You are not healthy!" he spat, clenching his fists. He had to restrain himself so he wouldn't end up slapping some sense into her. But he doubted he could contain himself much longer if this disobedient daughter of his refused to know her place.