Alex walked up to me with a smile, reaching for my hand, as he apologized guiltily. “Baby, you’re finally back. Maisie and I haven’t seen you in so long. Mom’s waiting at home for you, too.”
I pulled my hand away in disgust. “If you’ve got something to say, spit it out. I’m busy.”
He looked annoyed, but he forced himself to swallow it down and appease me.
“I know I upset you. I shouldn’t have cared so much about Maisie and made you jealous. That was my fault. But we’re still family, right? We should share our blessings and carry our burdens together.”
Then, he quickly added, “Maisie has a fitness livestream in a few hours. One of the assistants called in sick. Could you step in to help? You don’t have to do much, just be on camera. I’ll split the profits with you.”
I immediately understood what they were up to.
Today was her big broadcast. Rather than worry about what tricks I might pull behind the scenes, they’d rather keep me right in
front of their eyes, where they could monitor me.
I smiled and agreed without hesitation. “Sure. It sounds fun.”
Alex’s face lit up as he led me to the studio. Maisie was already there, waiting to walk me through the workout routine.
When she saw me change into sportswear and start practicing the moves with perfect energy, she swallowed nervously.
“Clara, when you jump later, could you keep the movements smaller? I’m pregnant. I don’t think I can keep up with you.‘
Her makeup was flawless, but no amount of foundation could cover her sickly pale complexion. Her voice was so weak, she sounded like she was one breath away from joining her ancestors in the grave.
I put on my most considerate smile.
“Maisie, we’re family, after all. Since I’m here to help with your livestream, I need to give it my all. Don’t worry, I won’t drag you
down. I’ve done this workout six times in a row before.”
I turned to Alex and tilted my head. “Right, honey?”
He nodded quickly. “Of course! With how dedicated you are, this stream is bound to be a hit.”
Soon, it was time for the livestream. Within minutes, the viewer count shot up into the hundreds of thousands, and after Maisie gave a short introduction, the music kicked in.
She wanted me to go first, to warm up the audience, and I was more than happy to oblige. With the beat blasting, I stretched, kicked, and swung my arms with wild energy. I moved like I was determined to push myself to the very edge.
As expected, Maisie started to suffer almost immediately. The more intense my movements, the paler her face became. She didn’t even have the strength to call for a break.
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Then, just as I leapt high into the air, the smell hit. A foul, acrid stench spread through the room.
I pointed at the puddle of yellow liquid spreading across the floor and shouted, “Stop! Stop, stop! Maisie, did you just pee yourself again?”
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