The Telepath Maid Takes Down Her Evil Household

In my third year as a maid for the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family, I suddenly gained the ability to hear thoughts. The first voice belonged to matriarch Eleanor, walking toward her husbands medical suite with saffron consomm. Im moving early. Pin the murder on the maid. Not a dime for that little bitch.

I nearly dropped the mop, hands sweating. Then younger daughter Julie sauntered down the stairs, flashing a sweet smile. Her inner voice sneered: In my past life, this stupid maid took the fall. Ill use her again.

I froze, neck hairs prickling. Head butler Arthur brushed past, his thoughts cold: Kill these two, frame the maid, forge a DNA test, and take the Sinclair fortune.

The water glass in my hand shook violently. None knew Richard Sinclair, the patriarch lying in the suite, had a steady heartbeat. His mind roared: This life, Ill find who tried to kill me!

Four reincarnated people. Three murder plots. All aimed to make me the scapegoat. Since they wanted me dead, Id strike first.

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"Ivy, you psychotic, venomous bitch! How dare you poison Mr. Sinclair's broth!"

Eleanor's shrill voice pierced the quiet of the mansion like acrylic nails gouging a chalkboard.

A gold-rimmed bone china bowl flew right past my scalp and shattered violently against the wall behind me. The thick, golden broth splattered all over my uniform.

I stood completely still. My fingers gripped the handle of the mop so hard my knuckles turned white.

Ten minutes ago, I had heard Eleanor's thoughts. To get ahead of her game, I had already swapped the poisoned consomm for a bowl of plain mushroom broth. The actual poisoned soup was currently sitting quietly in my insulated thermos, waiting to be used as hard evidence.

But I never expected Eleanor to skip the lab tests entirely and just sentence me on the spot!

Flanked by two heavily muscled bodyguards, Eleanor aggressively backed me into a corner.

"I saw you sneaking around the kitchen with my own two eyes! You touched the serving pot!"

"Spit it out! What kind of lethal filth did you put in there?"

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm as I met her vicious glare.

"Ma'am, I did not poison anything. That was just an ordinary mushroom broth."

"If you do not believe me, you can call the doctor right now to test the puddle on the floor!"

Eleanor's heavily contoured face twisted in pure rage.

Her inner voice immediately rang out, frantic and malicious.

[This dumb maid actually dares to talk back? Whatever, I was the one who poisoned it anyway. Whether it was saffron or mushrooms, she is not walking out of here on her own two feet today!]

Eleanor let out a cold sneer and raised her hand, slapping me hard across the face.

"You still dare to make excuses? You were the only one in the kitchen. If it wasn't you, who else could it be?"

The force of the slap was brutal. Stars danced in my vision, and the heavy, metallic taste of blood instantly flooded my mouth.

The surrounding staff were too terrified to even breathe, all of them keeping their heads down as they backed away.

Right at that moment, light footsteps echoed from the stairs.

Julie walked down wearing a pure silk slip dress.

"Mom, what is going on? Why are you so angry?"

She covered her mouth, pretending to be absolutely horrified. But when her gaze shifted to me, her eyes gleamed with a sick, twisted excitement.

Her thoughts were colder than a viper's.

[In the last life, this stupid maid took the fall. She is just as dumb this time around.]

[Since the old bat has already started the show, I might as well add some fuel to the fire and weld this crime to the maid's back for good!]

Julie hurried over to her mother, gently rubbing Eleanor's back to calm her down.

"Mom, Ivy might have sticky fingers sometimes, but she wouldn't have the guts to kill someone, right?"

"Why don't we search her room first? Maybe there is just some big misunderstanding."

I snapped my head up, staring at Julie in disbelief.

Sticky fingers? She was blatantly framing me in front of everyone!

My voice cracked from panic.

"Julie, why are you making things up? I have never stolen a single cent from this house!"

Before I could defend myself any further, the butler, Arthur, emerged from the hallway corner like a ghost.

His wrinkled face was completely stiff, his eyes terrifyingly dark.

A thought flashed through his mind, plunging me into a bath of ice water.

[Make a scene. The bigger the better. Once I get rid of these two women and pin it on the maid, the Sinclair family's billion-dollar empire will be all mine.]

Arthur walked up to Eleanor and offered a slight bow. His tone carried undeniable authority.

"Ma'am, Julie is right. For the absolute safety of Mr. Sinclair, we must thoroughly search the maid's quarters."

"I have already sent the security team to look. We should have results momentarily."

A loud ringing echoed in my ears. It felt like a massive boulder was crushing my chest.

This was not a spur-of-the-moment accusation. They had cast an inescapable net!

Four people, three venomous plots, and their target was surprisingly unanimous. They all wanted me to die as the scapegoat!

My face twisted in sheer desperation as I tried to push my way out.

"This is illegal! I didn't poison anyone, and you have no right to search my private property!"

"If you touch my things, I am calling the cops right now!"

Eleanor looked at me as if I had just told the funniest joke in the world. She eyed me with pure disdain.

"The cops? In this house, my word is the law!"

"Hold this crazy bitch down!"

The two bodyguards lunged forward like hungry wolves, aggressively twisting my arms behind my back.

I struggled wildly. My knees slammed into the freezing marble floor so hard my bones cracked under the pressure.

A few minutes later.

A young maid ran out from the direction of my room, looking absolutely frantic.

She held a small white plastic bottle high in the air, her voice trembling.

"Ma'am! Mr. Arthur! We found this hidden under Ivy's mattress!"

"The label is entirely in Cyrillic, but it looks like some kind of highly toxic chemical!"

My pupils shrank as I locked eyes with the bottle.

That wasn't mine! I didn't even know how to read Russian!

Julie covered her lips, letting out a wildly exaggerated gasp.

"Oh my god. Ivy, you were actually hiding lethal poison in your room?"

"My father treated you so well. How could you be so evil?"

Eleanor reached her boiling point. She snatched the bottle and smashed it brutally against my forehead.

"The evidence is right here! What else do you have to say for yourself now?"

"I am going to beat you to death today, you murdering little slut!"

Her sharp manicured nails dug deep into my flesh, the searing pain making my whole body violently shake.

I forced my head up. Tears and fresh blood mixed together, blurring my vision.

Through gritted teeth, I glared at their hypocritical faces.

"That bottle is not mine! Someone planted it!"

"You haven't even checked it for fingerprints! You can't just declare me guilty based on nothing!"

Arthur let out a cold laugh. He walked slowly toward me, looking down at me from his high horse.

"Ivy, we have witnesses and physical evidence. Are you still going to be stubborn?"

"Take her down to the wine cellar. Lock her up until Mr. Sinclair wakes up to deal with her."

The cellar was freezing and damp, the air thick with the pungent smell of mildew.

The two bodyguards dragged me in like a dead dog and threw me heavily onto the cold concrete floor.

My forehead was still steadily oozing blood, and half of my face had gone completely numb from the swelling.

"You can't lock me up like this! I am innocent!"

Ignoring the agonizing pain, I scrambled up and threw myself at the heavy iron door just as it was about to swing shut.

"There are cameras in the main hall! There are cameras outside the kitchen!"

"Just pull the security footage! It will prove I never touched that bottle and I never poisoned the soup!"

Outside the iron bars, Arthur's footsteps paused.

He turned around and offered me a spine-chilling, artificial smile through the metal grating.

"Cameras?"

He purposely lowered his voice, his tone dripping with mockery.

"Ivy, did that hit to the head make you stupid?"

"We had electrical maintenance this morning. All the cameras short-circuited and died half an hour ago."

My body stiffened. I stared into his completely lifeless eyes with pure horror.

He had planned everything!

A smug thought flashed through Arthur's mind.

[Idiot. I cut the power to the servers myself. Even if the cops show up, they won't find a single thing.]

[Just be a good girl and wait to die in here. Once those two women drop dead from the poison, I will send you straight to hell with them.]

"You sick bastard!"

I was shaking with rage. My hands gripped the iron bars so tightly my fingernails began to crack.

"Arthur, karma is real! Do you really think you can play God?"

He completely ignored my screaming. He simply turned to the bodyguards and issued a cold command.

"Keep an eye on her. Until the Madam says so, do not even give her a drop of water."

With a loud metallic clank, the heavy lock secured the door, plunging the cellar into deathly darkness.

I collapsed onto the floor in despair, gasping for air.

Fear wrapped around my heart like a venomous snake, squeezing tighter and tighter.

But I knew I couldn't afford a breakdown right now. The second I gave up, I was truly dead.

I fumbled around in the dark, forcing my brain to work at maximum speed.

The poisoned consomm I had swapped earlier was still hidden in a secret compartment under my bed frame.

That was my only wild card!

If I could just get that thermos, I could prove Eleanor was the one who poisoned the soup!

I don't know how much time passed before the sharp clicking of high heels echoed outside the door.

A blinding beam from a heavy-duty flashlight pierced through the metal grating.

Julie stood outside in her silk slip dress, looking down at my pathetic state.

"Tsk, tsk. Look at you, Ivy. What a pitiful sight."

She pinched her nose, unable to hide the sheer disgust on her face.

"I actually feel a bit sorry for you. After all, you are just a maid working for minimum wage."

I cautiously backed away, glaring at her coldly.

"What kind of sick game are you playing now, Julie?"

She sighed and tossed a piece of stale, hardened bread through the bars.

"What game? I just took pity on you and brought you a snack."

"All you have to do is confess. Just admit that you got greedy and wanted to kill my dad for a piece of the inheritance."

"I promise, when the cops get here, I will put in a good word for you so you get a lighter sentence."

She was speaking with such fake generosity.

But in my ears, I could hear the most vicious, roaring thoughts echoing from the deepest, darkest corner of her mind.

[Hurry up and confess, you stupid bitch! The second you sign that paper, I will have someone slit your throat in county jail!]

[As soon as that old bat finishes her herbal tonic and dies from the poison, the entire Sinclair fortune will be mine!]

My skin crawled. A strong wave of nausea hit my stomach.

This twenty-year-old girl possessed a mind so twisted and evil it was beyond comprehension!

I kicked the stale bread right back to the iron door.

"Save your hypocritical acting, Julie."

I lifted my chin, meeting her gaze without an ounce of retreat.

"I will die before I confess to something I didn't do."

"Do you really think the filthy little secrets between you and your mother will stay buried forever?"

Julie's face dropped for a split second before she pointed her hostility right back at me.

"You ungrateful piece of trash!"

"If you want to die so badly, I will happily grant your wish!"

She angrily kicked the iron door, turning to scream at the bodyguard beside her.

"Tie her hands up! Let's see how tough she acts then!"

The two bodyguards unlocked the door and rushed in, violently pinning me to the ground.

Thick, rough hemp rope was pulled brutally tight around my wrists, tearing my skin open. The pain was excruciating.

Wearing a sinister grin, Julie stepped closer and closer in her expensive heels.

She raised her foot, bringing the sharp stiletto heel down hard on the back of my hand, grinding it into the concrete.

"Ah!"

A blood-curdling scream ripped from my throat. Tears poured uncontrollably down my face.

"Scream! Keep screaming!"

Julie laughed like an absolute maniac. Her voice was laced with a twisted, sadistic pleasure.

"In this house, if I say you are the killer, you are the killer!"

"You are nothing but a dog meant to take the fall for me!"

The searing pain nearly made me pass out, but I bit down hard on my lip, refusing to let out another cry.

I stared at Julie's distorted, overly excited face, etching her cruelty into my memory.

Just as she raised her foot to stomp on my other hand, a piercing, high-pitched alarm echoed from the second floor!

It was the critical alert from the private medical suite!

Julie froze mid-motion.

"What is going on? Is the old bastard finally dead?"

She scrambled toward the stairs, running so fast she lost one of her heels and didn't even bother to pick it up.

The two bodyguards exchanged nervous glances, immediately letting me go to chase after her.

I lay on the freezing concrete, taking deep, jagged breaths. The back of my hand was a mangled mess of blood and torn skin.

The medical alarm? Something happened to Mr. Sinclair?

No, that was impossible!

I distinctly remembered that the man lying in that bed had a heartbeat as steady as an athlete's.

He was playing possum!

This sudden alarm had to be his doing. He was drawing the snakes out of the grass!

A few minutes later, chaotic footsteps thundered on the stairs again.

"Drag that venomous bitch up here!"

Eleanor's hysterical screech tore through the floorboards.

Like a broken ragdoll, I was dragged all the way up the cellar stairs and tossed into the grand, luxurious living room.

The massive crystal chandelier blinded me for a second.

The family doctor, Dr. Harding, stood in the center of the room, sweating profusely while clutching a freshly printed medical report.

"Ma'am, Mr. Sinclair's blood work suddenly showed extreme abnormalities. He is showing signs of imminent organ failure!"

"This is absolutely a reaction to heavy metal poisoning!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Eleanor charged at me like a wild animal.

She grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed my head brutally against the solid marble coffee table.

"You bitch! What did you feed him! Give me my husband back!"

A sickening thud echoed through the room.

The wound on my forehead split open again. Fresh blood ran down the bridge of my nose and into my mouth, the salty, copper taste making me want to gag.

My head was spinning, but I used every ounce of strength I had left to scream.

"I didn't do it! He has been on a feeding tube for days. The doctor mixes all his nutritional fluids. I don't even have access to them!"

I tried desperately to pull away from her demonic grip, my face twisted in panic.

"Why are you trying to pin this on me, Eleanor? You know exactly what you did!"

Eleanor's movements hitched. A flash of panic crossed her eyes.

Her shrill inner voice screamed in her head.

[Did this little tramp figure it out? Impossible! No one saw me slip the poison in!]

[No, I cannot let her keep running her mouth. I have to kill her right now!]

She snapped her head toward the butler, her eyes wide with madness.

"Arthur! Get the confession letter! Force her hand down and make her sign it!"

"If anything happens to my husband today, I will bury her entire family with him!"

Arthur remained expressionless as he pulled a pre-prepared legal document from his briefcase.

He walked over to me, his voice as cold as iron.

"Ivy, just sign it. It will save you a lot of physical suffering."

"Admit that you poisoned him because you were jealous of the Madam's lifestyle, and the Sinclair family will at least leave you with a whole corpse."

Looking at the densely typed confession, I actually laughed through the pain.

They had already written out the entire script for me!

"In your dreams!"

I spat a mouthful of bloody saliva right into Arthur's face.

"You are a bunch of murderers. Do you really think you can hide the truth forever? The police will figure it out!"

Arthur slowly wiped the bloody spit from his cheek. His eyes instantly turned murderous.

"You ungrateful piece of trash."

He raised his heavy leather shoe and kicked me squarely in the stomach.

A violent spasm folded my body in half. I curled up on the floor, unable to even scream, only dry-heaving in sheer agony.

Just as Arthur prepared to stomp on my fingers to force my signature, Julie, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, suddenly let out a blood-curdling shriek.

"Ah! It hurts! My stomach hurts so much!"

Her knees buckled. She crashed heavily onto the floor, clutching her stomach as she thrashed around wildly.

A second later, she gagged and violently vomited a massive pool of black blood!

The pristine white rug was instantly ruined.

Eleanor screamed in absolute terror, dropping to the floor and pulling her daughter into her arms.

"Julie! What is wrong? Don't scare Mommy!"

Julie was convulsing, her fingers clawing frantically at her own throat, her eyes bulging out of her head.

Her inner thoughts were a chaotic mess of pure terror.

[What is happening? I only put the poison in the old bat's herbal tonic! Why am I being poisoned?]

[Did I... Did I drink from the wrong bowl? Help! I don't want to die!]