While the Miller Family was bickering, the girl who was on her knees was having her own thoughts...
'He said I'm six. So that son of a b*tch Bern is five. I'm reborn to the time when the family found out that I'm not their blood, which was 15 days ago. And now I'm getting beaten because of that Bern.' She glared at the boy who was sitting beside his grandma, the precious boy of Miller family Bernard Miller aka Bern who was now a little boy and is going to become a son of a b*tch she thought in coming years.
'Ah.... my back is killing me from the sting. How much more are they going to continue this show. Sh*t none of this is my fault. The boy sure is crafty. When I become successful, I'm gonna dip his face in chilly and beat the sh*t outta him.'
Long story short...
As the business partners of Miller company were in city B, the head of the family Albert Miller had welcomed them to the house for a meal at night. The whole villa (small one😏) was preparing for their welcome. As timid she was and no one cared for her, she gently walked towards the kitchen for a glass of water. The maids were already scolding her for disturbing their work. While she was drinking water, Bern, who was in the living room playing, saw her and came rushing towards her to push her. When he did, she was launched towards the maid before her, and both fell down. In the midst of chaos, the chilly paste carried by the maid smeared in her face, and she started crying. Scared that he would get scolded, Bern slowly pricked a little bit on himself with the scattered glass and started crying more. The grandma who saw the blood on the little boy lost her temper and started beating her with the help of a whip and a maid.
As she was reminiscing the reason for the beating, her name was called... "Eleanor," grandma said. Elle shuddered. It's been so long since this name was called. Grandma thought that she was scared and smirked at her, "This is the last warning to you. If you hurt my grandson again, you will pay ten folds more to it."
Elle just wanted to escape from this situation and go to her room, replied, "Yes, grandmother," and went to her room limping. No one asked how she was while she was walking with the blood slightly dripping from the back. Her top from the back was slightly torn, and some of it were sticking to the wound.
Elle came to the room and locked herself inside. She went to the mirror and saw herself init. She could tell that she was a beauty that noone compared to. That beautiful caramel hair and blue eyes, with proper care she would rule the world with those features. While she was contemplating a soft knock came on the door....