In Labor, Yet Ordered to WaitChapter 1

On the day my dad and my brother went to church for prayer, I had just flown back from abroad and was told to return to our family estate to look after my mom, who had transformed into a small white snake.

My mom, Grace Smith, was a descendant of the Native American Sacred Bloodline. In order to shield my dad and my brother from a looming disaster, she exhausted her spiritual energy and was forced back into her original form, becoming a white snake trapped in slumber.

Every day, Richard Smith and Ethan Smith went to church, kneeling in prayer, begging for Grace to awaken soon.

Just as I was carefully caring for her, waiting for the moment she might wake up, our housekeeper, Martha Brown, and her daughter, Chloe Brown, barged into my room.

Chloe slapped me across the face, looking down on me with arrogance.

“I told you, Mom, there’s another maid in this house. See, I was right.”

“Cheap tramp, eyeing this place because it’s full of men, hoping to claw your way up? Let me tell you, the only women in this house are me and my mother. We’re the rightful mistresses here!”