Her body incomplete, her soul couldn't reincarnate. She was trapped in the underworld, scavenging kidneys from other ghosts to patch herself up. But the matches never worked in hell. She could only dig and dig-one ghost after another. She had just started harvesting a male ghost's kidney when a flash of white light hit her-and she was reborn. "Oh no, that's Ms. Yvonne's designer shirt!" The housekeeper, Sally, shrieked like she'd seen a ghost, yanking the now-crumpled shirt from under Mandy and glaring at her. "Mandy, what the hell are you good for? You can't even iron a shirt, and now you're slacking off and sleeping instead of cooking? It's mealtime and the food's not ready! What use are you, huh?" Mandy was still in shock. Seeing her so dazed, Sally scowled in disgust. "You can't even do the simplest things. We fired all the other maids just to give you a chance to prove yourself, and this is how you waste it?" Sally was just the Tate family's housekeeper-a servant-yet she dared to boss Mandy around like she was beneath her. Thinking back to her past life, Mandy couldn't help but feel ashamed. She had been 17 when she learned she was the real daughter of the Tate family, abandoned and left to grow up elsewhere. They brought her home once they confirmed it. Seeing her birth parents and her brothers for the first time, she had felt only joy. She volunteered to handle all the household chores, desperate to make herself useful, hoping to rebuild the familial bonds they'd missed. And how did they repay her? Her brothers, as one, declared they would only ever recognize Yvonne as their sister. Her parents saw her as nothing more than a bumpkin they were too embarrassed to mention in public. And when Yvonne suddenly needed a kidney transplant, they dragged Mandy into the operating room-no hesitation, no mercy-despite her refusal. Yvonne recovered in luxury, while Mandy died from a festering wound. Even in death, she couldn't pass on. A flicker of darkness crossed Mandy's eyes. She tore off her apron and flung it aside. In the living room, her mother, Jade Zach, was admiring her freshly done nails with elegance and poise. She glanced coldly at Mandy. "You really have no sense of time. Next time, cook on schedule. Oh, and Yvonne wants sashimi and lobster tonight." Yvonne. In this house, there was only ever Yvonne-an outsider with no blood ties to them. Mandy never existed in their eyes. All of them... every single one... murderers. "I'm going home," Mandy said calmly and turned to leave. "Stop right there!" Jade's cold voice rang out behind her. "Cook first. You can go after. And be back early tomorrow to make breakfast." Ha. Her own mother treated her like a servant. Probably worse. At least servants got paid. What did she have? And they still had the audacity to want her to cook? Even the demons in hell weren't this cruel. Mandy let out a cold laugh. "You people don't deserve to eat anything I make." Jade's elegant brows pinched together, the poise gone in an instant. "What kind of attitude is that? You've been cooking for the past six months. If you don't cook, who will? Get to the kitchen!" Sally, seizing the opportunity, tried to shove the apron back into Mandy's hands. Mandy looked down at the apron in her grip, clenched her jaw, then yanked it back and flung it straight at Jade's head. Jade gasped. "Mandy, are you insane?! You threw that filthy thing at me?! Do you even respect me as your mother?" She tossed the apron to the ground and wiped her hands with a wet wipe in disgust. Mandy took a deep breath. "I've served your whole damn family for months. You think I owe you something? Starting now, I'm done!" She spun on her heel and headed for the door. "Mandy! Don't you dare walk out the door!" Jade shrieked from behind. Mandy didn't flinch. She kept walking. Sally rushed forward to block her path, rolling her eyes with exaggerated disdain. "If you walk out now, who's going to make dinner? Get back there and start cooking. Don't go against Madam's wishes." Mandy stared down the housekeeper who dared stand in her way. A sinister grin crept across her lips. "Just a dog on the Tate family leash. And you think you can order me around?" Sally's eyes widened in disbelief. The always obedient Mandy was actually speaking to her like this? She squinted, then shouted dramatically. "Madam! This is outrageous! Mandy's completely lost her manners. She needs proper discipline, or she'll disgrace the Tate family!" Smack! A loud slap echoed as Mandy's palm cracked across Sally's face, leaving a red handprint behind. Time stood still. Sally clutched her burning cheek, stunned. She stared at Mandy in horror. Mandy looked down at her own hand and shook her head. Once, she had been the kidney queen of hell. Ghosts begged for mercy at the sight of her. Even the King of Hell couldn't stop her. And now? She couldn't even knock out a housekeeper with one slap? Pathetic. "Madam, not only did Mandy hit me, she ignored your orders. She doesn't respect you at all-" Smack! Another slap, just as fierce. "Madam-" Smack! A third one. In a blink, Sally had taken three hard slaps to the face. Clutching her swollen cheek, she glared at Mandy with hatred. Mandy's lips curled into a wicked, twisted grin. "Keep talking. Go ahead, say one more word." She raised her hand again, ready to make Sally's other cheek match. "Sally was just following orders, Mandy. By hitting her, aren't you really slapping Mom in the face?" A sweet voice cut through the tension. Yvonne descended the stairs like a porcelain doll in designer heels, her every step delicate and precise. She glided into the living room and clung affectionately to Jade's arm. "Mom, Mandy's supposed to be a dignified young lady of the Tate family. If she acts so brutally toward the help, people will say she's uncultured. And they'll blame you for not raising her right." "Sally's face is so swollen... poor thing." Sally pulled her hand away, showing off her bruised cheek with pitiful eyes. "Madam, I'm just a servant. It's fine if I get hit. But your reputation... that's what really matters..."