My Mother’s Killer Hired Me as Her Son’s Playmate

My mother was once a nanny for a wealthy family, hired to care for the pregnant Rosalind. Rosalind’s position in that house was... delicate. She was like a beautiful canary, kept in a gilded cage. Out of kindness, my mother warned her that emotions can run high during pregnancy, and that she should stay away from the open-air pool on the top floor. Rosalind just smiled and nodded, saying she understood. But the moment my mother presented her with a bowl of restorative broth, Rosalind let out a piercing scream, accusing my mother of pushing her. Then, she threw herself into the pool, staging a tragic miscarriage. Because of that venomous lie, my mother was beaten to death. And Rosalind, playing the part of the grieving victim, married the master of the house, transforming herself into the glamorous lady of the manor. Four years slipped by. Rosalind’s son was old enough for a playmate, and she chose me from the orphanage, the one who seemed the most obedient and mild-mannered.