Chapter 2 The Ugly Daughter-in-law

• Not only did she wear black-framed glasses that covered half of her face, but she also had dark, freckled skin. She wore a floral top and loose black bell-bottom pants, giving off a rustic vibe.
• If it weren't for him knowing the driver from the Christoffs, he would have thought that some beggar had walked into the wrong house.
• Still, it was the master who personally arranged this marriage. Although he despised this woman from the bottom of his heart, he still had to put on a show. "Come with me to meet the young master first."
• Johnson led Rachel inside. Rachel looked around and found that the interior was quite impressive. The decoration seemed understated, but every piece of the residence must have been made from expensive materials.
• They came to the great hall. Johnson stopped and turned around.
• "I should tell you about the young master's situation. He got into a car crash earlier in the year and has been paralyzed from the waist down ever since. He feels nothing from the waist down, so I hope you will take good care of him.
• "Also, the young master has a bad temper. It's better not to provoke him, or even the master won't be able to save you. And—"
• "Is that all? If you're done, just tell me which room he's in," Rachel interrupted Johnson coldly. She didn't like listening to people ramble on. Perhaps it was because of her usual way of doing things, as she liked to get straight to the point.
• Johnson was stunned, staring at Rachel in surprise. When Rachel glanced at him, Johnson felt a chill run down his spine.
• How could this simple girl have such a gaze? It's just a calm, clear gaze, but somehow, you could sense the determination within.
• When he snapped out of it and realized that he was still the butler here, he cleared his throat. "I am the housekeeper here. I am in charge when the master is not around. If you need anything, feel free to ask."
• The implication was that besides the master of the Fullers, he held the highest authority, so Rachel should speak to him more politely.
• However, Rachel didn't buy into it. "Just tell me which room it is, and I'll go in myself."
• Johnson didn't expect this woman's actions. They were unpredictable. She looked shabby, far below any member of the Fullers, and spoke with such arrogance. Her eyes were clear and pure, yet they exuded an invincible aura.
• He lowered his head and took Rachel upstairs, pushing open the door. A strong smell of disinfectant hit them, and it was pitch black inside. Despite the bright sunshine outside, there was a chilling atmosphere that made one shiver involuntarily.
• She turned to Johnson and asked, "Why don't you open the curtains and let fresh air in? It would help the patient recover better."
• Johnson curled up and coughed violently. Is your whole family made of idiots with nothing but brawn? How dare you comment on how I do things in the young master's presence.
• "Our young master doesn't like sunlight, so he orders us to keep the curtains closed every day. You're just married to him and don't know much yet, so it's better not to interfere too much."
• Besides, what does a country girl like her know?
• Rachel had never heard that keeping sunlight away could cure illnesses. She heard that the Fullers' master had sought help from numerous famous hospitals and even alternative medicine practitioners. He really wants Jonathan to get back on his feet soon.
• He's lucky he met me. I've learned some alternative medicine from my mentor since I was a child. I know acupuncture well. I can give it a try. But I have to check his details before I can do anything. Grandma did tell me to keep a low profile, no matter where I go, and never show my true skills to anyone.
• She turned to Johnson and said, "Johnson, you can leave first. I want to have a private conversation with my husband."
• "But..." Johnson looked as if he had seen a ghost. Are country girls this... forward now? She hasn't even seen Master Jonathan, and she's already calling him her husband?
• Rachel saw that he was still standing there without moving and deliberately teased, "What's wrong, Johnson? Are you planning to stay and enjoy the show?"