Claire eagerly awaited Andrew’s input on her thoughts as she gracefully settled beside him on the opulent bed. With a gaze filled with anticipation, she gently inquired, “Pray, enlighten me with your musings, my dear Andrew.” Andrew, deep in contemplation, shared his audacious plan, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. “I have been pondering the notion of discreetly drugging her, my love. Under the cover of night, we shall engage in passionate intimacy, only to return her to her quarters unbeknownst to her. If, by some fortuitous turn of events, she were to conceive, she would be left in a state of bewilderment as to the identity of the father. In that moment, we shall feign compassion and treat her with utmost care until she delivers the child.
Once the baby is born, we shall legally adopt the precious soul, making you a mother. To ensure our tranquility, we shall have her sign a contract, forever relinquishing her claim to the child, and we shall banish her from our lives.” Claire, overcome with excitement, rose from her seat, her eyes gleaming with delight. “Oh, my darling, what a splendid idea! I am utterly enamored with your plan.” Andrew, however, interjected with a note of caution. “But for now, my love, you must maintain a facade of kindness towards her.
Cease your harsh words and treat her with gentleness.” Claire, in agreement, nodded gracefully. “I promise, my dear, I shall exhibit composure and grace until our scheme comes to fruition.” Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Chantel diligently prepared her employer’s favorite dish.
Unbeknownst to her, Claire silently approached, her presence casting a shadow over Chantel. Startled, Chantel dropped the spoon she held, her heart racing with fear. Claire, however, gracefully retrieved the fallen utensil and placed it delicately on the table. Chantel, anticipating another confrontation, braced herself for Claire’s wrath. “I apologize, ma’am Claire. I did not intend to knock over the spoon,” she says, already feeling nervous. Claire notices her nervousness. “It’s alright, Chantel. It’s my fault. I startled you, and I am sorry,” she says, surprising Chantel with her apology. “I apologize for my earlier behavior towards you this evening,” Claire says, and Chantel can hardly believe that Claire is apologizing to her. Claire has always despised her since the day she entered the house, not wanting her husband to hire her as their personal maid. However,
Andrew took pity on her after hearing her story. “Ma’am, I am already preparing your favorite meal for dinner. I apologize for it being late, as I know you dislike eating late,” she says, and Claire smiles. “It’s alright, dear. Both my husband and I have lost our appetite, so there is no need for you to continue cooking. You can just leave it and go to bed,” she says, surprising Chantel with her recent act. “Are you sure, ma’am?” she asks, and Claire looks into her eyes, already upset because she will have no choice but to treat Chantel nicely since she is useful to her. “I would prefer not to repeat myself, Chantel,” Claire says, and Chantel is about to leave the kitchen. However, Claire stops her and walks to the fridge, taking out a glass of orange juice. “You should take this to Andrew.
He is in the living room,” she says, and Chantel takes the glass and juice from her politely before leaving the kitchen. Unbeknownst to Chantel, Claire discreetly drops a powerful sleeping pill into the glass of juice she left in the kitchen. She uses the spoon to mix it, noticing that Chantel is about to enter the kitchen. Claire pretends to serve herself apple juice. “Ma’am, that is my job. I am supposed to serve you the apple juice,” Chantel says, and Claire smiles. “It doesn’t matter. I have already served myself,” Claire says, expecting Chantel to take her juice. Isn’t that your drink over there? You should really have it. Don’t be shy,” she says. Chantel smiles and walks over to the drink, taking a sip. Claire smiles and leaves the kitchen. Chantel finishes the entire glass, while Claire watches from a distance.
An hour later, Chantel is fast asleep when Andrew enters her room to take care of things. However, Claire is overcome with jealousy and can’t bear to be in the same room while Andrew is intimate with Chantel. The next morning, Chantel feels that something strange happened while she was asleep, but she can’t remember what it was. Weeks later, after a visit to the doctor, Chantel discovers that she is pregnant. She is at a loss for words, while Andrew and Claire are overjoyed. “What!? How is this possible? I don’t remember having sex with anyone,” she says, tears welling up in her eyes. “But the test results clearly show that you are three weeks pregnant,” the doctor explains.
Chantel protests, claiming it’s impossible, but Claire interrupts her. “Didn’t you hear the doctor? He said you’re pregnant. He wouldn’t lie about something like that,” Claire says, at a loss for words herself. “It’s okay, Chantel. We’ll take care of you and your child,” Andrew reassures her. Chantel is surprised but still puzzled about how her pregnancy could have happened.
Chantel went for a scan a few months later and found out she was expecting twins, a boy and a girl. Claire and Andrew were thrilled, and Chantel was happy too. However, she felt guilty because she didn’t know who the father of her twins was. She also had no clue who he could be. A month later, Chantel discovered that Claire and Andrew were only pretending to be nice to her because they wanted her children. Feeling trapped, she decided to escape from the house.
Unfortunately, there were bodyguards at the gate, so she had to use the back door. Chantel ran as fast as she could, but Claire noticed and instructed the bodyguards to chase after her. Sadly, Chantel got knocked down.