His Heiress Wife (Retika)
Chapter 5: Don't Get Ahead of Yourself

Chapter 5: Don't Get Ahead of Yourself 

Elizabeth already knew that Reagan would lose her cool over Melody, so she specifically asked her tobring a servant with her.She recommended Nanny Hilde to go.

At first, Nanny Hilde saw that Reagan had the upper hand so she didn't dare to interfere with theconversation.

But as she saw Reagan turning angry that she could burst at any moment, she hurriedly steppedforward to stop her.

"Miss Reagan, remember what Madame Elizabeth told you."

Nanny Hilde coaxed, trying to soothe her.Frustrated, Reagan called for the other servants behind her.

"Come inside and throw the things in there!"

Two other servants came in quickly and threw in two stacks of clothes in front of Melody.

Reagan glared at Melody.

Madame Hilde was right, Melody had a way with her words.

Everyone else in the country was probably like this, Reagan thought.

She was noble, a rich person of high class.

She wouldn't dare to stoop to Melody's level.

"Those are all the clothes, I've worn a few times.They're all top designer brands, have you heard any ofthese names?"

Reagan felt proud as if giving Melody her old clothes was such an honor.

"Aren't you touched? I gave them to you out of kindness, wait, no need to thank me.You look worsethan a beggar with that shirt you have on." Reagan huffed.

"A Sullivan would never wear anything like that, so hurry up and change!"

Melody looked down at herself.

Was the t-shirt she was wearing terrible? The shirt was sent to her the day before yesterday.

Luke ordered it for her after he hacked tens of thousands of computers for it.

He told her that there were only ten limited pieces in the world.

If it wasn't for his endless pleading and the simple design of the shirt, Melody wouldn't have worn it.

She didn't expect Reagan to think, that this masterpiece by Mary Dice, was like a beggar's clothes.

Melody decided not to speak about this to her.

It would only evoke more nonsense with Reagan.

Reagan thought that Melody was shocked to have received such a favor.

The girl didn't say anything anyway, so Reagan just assumed.

"Melody, my dad has already arranged for you to go to school.We know that people like you who can'tread or write shouldn't be going to school but you are a Sullivan now.Daddy donated a library to you soyou can read.Remember to cherish this opportunity, alright? Don't go off wasting my family’s preciousmoney."

Reagan knew that the Sullivan Family was rich.

But for Reagan to spend their riches on a country bumpkin like Melody, she thought it would be betteroff to buy her two bags.

Melody giggled with a cold smile.

Reagan heard the mocking laughter, and she looked at her incredulously.

"What are you laughing at, country girl?"

Melody relaxed her body, and then raised an eyebrow.

"What do you think?"

She said casually.

"Reagan, have you forgotten that all of the Sullivan assets are mine now? What's wrong with donatingmy money to a library and letting me go to school? Do you want me to be thankful to myself?"

Reagan finally burst into ugly tears, and she turned red with embarrassment.

The servants chased after her when she ran out of the room.

Melody shook her head, and stared at the heaps of old clothes on the ground.

Reagan was no fun at all.

She cried after saying a few words, what a kill joy.