Olivia marched upstairs without a backward glance, returning to the cramped bedroom on the second floor of the little villa. Only after firmly pulling her mother inside did the girl turn to shut the door. She let out a long breath, spun around, and flopped onto the bed with a yawn.

*Finally, some peace~*

Olivia muttered to herself, then turned her head. Her mother still stood by the door, pressed against the wood as if eavesdropping on the living room below.

After a while, Olivia also strained her ears. Downstairs, the living room remained deathly silent—no commotion at all. Yet to Fufu, this was the most terrifying sign. Vernos was the type who’d rather scream her lungs out than swallow her anger. If you let her vent, she’d calm down. But if you left her seething? She’d gnash her teeth, plotting revenge.

Only after a long pause did Fufu approach restlessly, sitting on the edge of their shared bed. Her voice trembled with worry:

"Baby girl... your aunt may treat us poorly, but you haven’t even graduated yet. We still depend on this household. Since she arranged that engagement herself, she must have a way to cancel it. Just... apologize to her, alright? Don’t be rash. Swallow your pride for now—I’ve endured it all these years..."

"Mom, don’t worry... heh~"

The bluehaired loli flashed her mother—a stunning, elegant woman—a confident grin. Warmth bloomed in her chest: concern, protectiveness, pure affection. With her past-life memories, who wouldn’t cherish a bewitching beauty like this as a mother?

*Especially... something I never had before.*

But while Olivia beamed like a fool, Fufu grew frantic. Seeing her daughter’s unnaturally wide, *determined* smile, the beautiful woman’s heart sank. *Such a sudden mood swing—from fury to glee? Something’s wrong...*

Normally, Olivia stayed silent when Vernos berated them at home, enduring insults like Fufu did. Why confront her head-on today?

A chilling thought struck Fufu. After years in business, she’d heard tragic tales of the quiet ones—those who bottled up resentment until it twisted into something monstrous. The kind who’d snap after one last insult... and butcher their tormentor.

*Hss—*

*Oh no. Is my daughter... depressed? Planning to take that fat sow down with her?!*

Fufu broke into a cold sweat. Tears welled in her eyes as she seized Olivia’s hands, sobbing quietly:

"Baby... you’re not yourself today..."

"Eh?! EH?!"

Olivia panicked inwardly. *That obvious? Impossible! I remember everything—just some fuzzy details...*

"Mom?" Olivia forced calm after two deep breaths, turning with deliberate confusion.

"Wahh... you’re not planning to go down with Vernos, are you? Don’t do anything foolish, baby! I only have you left—*sob*—"

Hearing Fufu’s choked sobs, Olivia’s lips twitched. She burst out laughing.

*Seriously? That’s all?*

Fufu looked up, flustered by her daughter’s laughter. *Oh no—she’s truly lost it!*

"Baby, you—"

"Pfft... Mom! Hahaha! What are you imagining?!" Olivia wiped Fufu’s frightened tears away, her voice softening. "I just couldn’t take that sow anymore. Coming home to see her yelling at you again? We’ve swallowed enough humiliation. That’s why I snapped." She nodded firmly. "But I wouldn’t have torn into her without a plan. Don’t worry about the engagement—I’ve got this. And ‘dying together’? Her rotten life isn’t worth mine. Trust me."

"Mmm... but the breach penalty is huge! You can’t possibly repay it alone in such a short time—"

The beautiful woman still looked uneasy. Yet before her, the petite girl stood on the bed, planted her hands on her hips, and beamed with pride:

"Relax, Mom! Money’s no problem! For a chosen eighteen-year-old beauty like me? Making cash is *ridiculously* easy—"

*True enough,* Olivia thought wistfully. *If only I’d transmigrated to Earth instead. With this face? I’d be a VTuber raking in gifts, counting cash till my fingers cramped.*

But to Fufu, "eighteen-year-old beauty" + "easy money" + "desperate for cash" spelled disaster.

"Huh? Baby, don’t you *dare* do *that*! Wahh... too many dangerous men out there! Don’t ruin your life—*sob*—"

*Hah?*

"...Or—or perform without compromising yourself?" Fufu blinked, offering this as compromise.

"WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT SELLING MYSELF?!" Olivia shrieked, flopping back onto the bed in flustered embarrassment. She turned away, face burning crimson. *Weird... is this... a girl’s sense of shame?*

*Ugh. Better figure out how to strike it rich in this stupid game world...*