Midst of Chaos English

Lolita was shocked, and her life was left in mystery over her father's death. She was just 23 years old, and her father meant everything to her as she lost her mother at her tender age. He is kindhearted and hardworking.

Lolita stands in front of a mirror, deeply looking at a photograph of her father. His gentle smile in the picture speaks sharply with agony in her eyes. She faces the picture with a pendant around her neck. A small twinkle of light reflects in the mirror, as she hears a voice she is familiar with - her father's voice.

"They took me away from you, Lolita. Seek for justice and avenge my death."

Fear gripped her at first, but she summoned courage to speak.

"They took you away from me, Dad. I promise to make them pay. I'll make sure they all pay for your death."

Father's spirit is soft but firm:

"Lolita.... Justice, not vengeance. Don't let your anger consume you."

Lolita shakes her head as tears drop to her chest.

"They destroyed our family and left me with no one. " Don't ask me to forgive them, I'm doing this for you, for us dad."

The father's spirit saw the broken heart and pain that grew around her. The father's spirit inhabited Lolita's body for justice and revenge.

Lolita speaks within her as she is being manipulated by her father's spirit living in her.

"Time to bring the mighty Frederick family to their knees."

Lolita arrives at Frederick's mansion, seeking a healthcare job, with her suitcase in hand. The magnificence of the place is intimidating.

Jacobs abrupt:

"Miss Alina, I presume?"

Lolita smiled and turned towards Jacobs, the security guard.

"No, I am Lolita.

Jacobs' apologies.

"Sorry, miss Lolita. Mr. Frederick has instructed me to show you to Mrs. Julia Frederick's apartment. Come with me."

Lolita nods, keeping her expression neutral, while her eyes scan the surroundings intently. Inside, everywhere looks adorable and perfect for a billionaire of Dickson's status.

Lolita talks to herself in a low tone.

"All this wealth gathered was bent on lies and blood shade."

Jacobs led her to Julia Frederick where she was lying on her bed, frail and pale. Julia's icy blue eyes meet Lolita's as she smiles gently and says to Lolita.

"You are?"

She pulsed and continued

"The new caregiver, right ?"

Lolita smiled softly.

"Yes"

Julia stretched towards her.

"What's your name again?"

Warmly Lolita replied.

"Lolita, Mrs. Frederick. " It's an honor to take care of you and work for your humble and well-respected family."

Julia softly

"Honor.... There's little honor in taking care of someone like me."

Lolita gently

"Mrs Julia, you deserve more, everyone deserves kindness, and you are not an exception."

Julia took some minutes to look at Lolita, trying to see if she could psychologically figure out any strange things about her.

"Well, the madness in this house is crazy. I hope you can deal with it. It tends to devour people."

Lolita tries to hide her reaction, her heart beats fast at the enigmatic comment. Before she could say a word, the door opened. It was Dickson Fredrick that entered.

Dickson's striking figure dominates the room. He's tall, broad-shouldered, he commands a lot of authority. His piercing gaze lands on Lolita, making her feel like prey under a predator's watch.

"So, you're the one the agency sent to take care of my wife."

Lolita adjusted, meeting his gaze without being shy, as she replied.

"Yes, Mr. Dickson. I've been appointed by my agency to assist Mrs. Julia recover. And I hope she does."

Dickson looked at her closely.

"Young... and intelligent. But I don't think you have the required experience to take care of my wife?"

Calmly she replied,

"I've worked in private care since I was 19. I can provide proof if you don't mind."