Chapter 4
We barely had time to settle in before Hannah stormed over, screaming at the top of her lungs.
She was followed by a group of well–dressed girls who looked like they were just waiting for a fight.]]
“Jessica Wilson, you really think you’ve got it all figured out, huh?”
“You’re a fucking bitch. I totally underestimated your
She threw the house key at my face, then spat at me with venom.
“Listen up, I’ve brought backup. They won’t just stand by while you abuse me.”
“Quit pretending to be the victim!”
“You’ll give me the money from the house sale, or I’ll never forgive you!”
I didn’t say anything. William stepped in front of me and snapped back.
“We don’t have a daughter like you. You’re worse than an animal. Get the hell out!“[]
Hannah grinned wickedly. []
“I’m your only child, remember?“]
“If you don’t give me the money, who the hell are you gonna give it to?”
I sighed slowly, turning to look at the village cop walking down the alley.
Hannah’s friends saw him too and scattered like cockroaches.
I watched Hannah’s face twist into a panic as she realized her situation.
“Is that so?”
“Who says you’re my only child?“]
“Jessica Wilson, what the hell are you talking about?“]
Hannal’s eyes widened as she stared at my hand resting on my stomach, her lips trembling uncontrollably.
In my past life, my soul had floated out of my body, and I saw the coroner examining my body.
At that time, I had been three months pregnant.
The pregnancy symptoms hadn’t been obvious due to exhaustion and malnutrition]
As the last surviving member of the Clark family, Haruah was, of course, brought in by the police for questioning.
She was always good at putting on a show, and in the interrogation room, she cried so hard she fainted.]
I watched her get sent to the hospital, but once she was alone in the room, she gave a twisted smile.
“Finally, it’s over. Now I can go see my idols for real!”
The car had already been sold, leaving only the house.
Hannah had no clue what was really going on. []
I watched as she was easily manipulated by her so–called “friends,” signing away everything with barely a second thought.
Our hard–earned home was sold off for a ridiculously low price–barely enough to cover her travel expenses.]
But she didn’t care.
After we were gone, she was practically giddy with excitement, partying, drinking, and hanging out with her friends to obsess over her idols.
“This is what life’s all about!” she’d say.
I’d see her stalking a celebrity, following him to his house, hiding in his closet just to sniff his clothes.
One day, she tried taking sneaky pictures of him while he was in the shower–except she got caught.
