At the Haven Hotel.
Striding into the lobby, I instantly spotted Coraline and Oscar, that sleazeball, all wrapped up in each
other’s arms.
I rolled my eyes in disgust – truly, a sleaze and a scoundrel are a match made in heaven. “Hey, Foebe,
you made it!” A ssmate approached me with exaggerated warmth. “We heard you got hitched!
Where’s your hubby? Why didn’t you bring him along?”
I didn’t respond, instead taking a seat in the lounge area. “Has everyone arrived yet?”
“Foebe, we’ve heard you married into the high society, catching the eye of the Langley family’s eldest
grandson. We all agreed to bring our better halves today, but I see you’re solo… Could it be that Mr.
Langley isn’t fond of you, or is the high and mighty heir not presentable enough?” The ssmate
teased with a mocking undertone.
I found their pettiness exhausting. In my past life, these very people bullied and tormented me at
school. If I were to live through this again without standing up for myself, then all the suffering I endured
before would have been in vain.
They say it’s hard to change one’s nature, but after such a life–changing ordeal, I should have had my
epiphany by now.
Humans are creatures that bully the weak and suck up to the powerful.
They thought I was an easy target, and mypliance wouldn’t halt their abuse, only embolden them.
I shot back casually, leaning back on the sofa with a bored look, “You seem to have a lot of free time on
your hands. Why should my husbande here to be ogled by you? He’s busy. We’re talking about a
ss reunion here. Are you aiming to be the other woman? Sure, the Langley family is loaded;
they can afford to keep you as a side piece, but that’s if youck the morals and integrity.”
The ssmate was floored by my retort, mouth agape in disbelief for an ufortably long moment
before she finally managed to sputter, “Foebe… Do you actually think marrying into the Langley family
makes you something special? As if we don’t know the score with the Langleys.”
“Yeah, getting all high and mighty now, huh? Everyone knows you’re just a reproduction tool for the
Langley family.” another ssmate chimed in with scorn.
I feigned shock. “A reproduction tool? Your mother went through all that pain to have you, and you
repay her by calling her a ‘reproduction tool‘? That’s so disrespectful! Aren’t you afraid of getting struck
by lightning the moment you step outside?”
That ssmate was stunned into silence, pointing at me, speechless.
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Meanwhile, Coraline, who had been watching the drama unfold from Oscar’s embrace, frowned slightly
and whispered to him, “Don’t you think she’s different now?”
It seemed they had all noticed the change in me.
“Hmph, got a bit of backbone after marrying into the Langley family, huh?” Oscar snidely remarked.
“The teacher’s here.”
In the private room, our teacher, now frail and confined to a wheelchair, looked pale but still exuded
kindness. I’ve always trusted my sixth sense, and it told me she was one of the good
ones.
Sadly, it’s a cruel fact that good people don’t always have long lives; instead, they often endure the
agony of illness. She was likely in thete stages of cancer, her body swollen with the telltale signs.
“ver thought I’d see all of you gathered here. I’m getting on in years and my health is failing. Before
I go, I wanted to see you all onest time. Out of all my students, there aren’t many I can still meet,”
she said with a smile, urging everyone to sit. “This reunion isn’t just because I’m unwell and wanted to
see you; it’s also because of the recent serial murderer who’s been targeting our school’s students.”
She coughed, ovee with emotion. “Some of them were my students. ver imagined such a
tragedy.”
“Mrs. Thompson, you’ll get better,” the ss president said, rushing over tofort her.
“That murderer will definitely be caught! I have a friend in the police department. They said the victims
were all adopted from the Double–Genius Welfare House. I wanted to take this
opportunity to remind everyone to be careful, especially those who came from the orphanage,” a male
ssmate added.
“It’s clearly a vendetta,” another voice piped up, fearcing their words.
“Hey, isn’t our ss president from the Double–Genius Welfare House?” a girl noted.
I nced at the ss president, a tall and shy–looking fellow who seemed kind–hearted.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.
His face changed slightly, and he stuttered in response. “Ah, it’s been so many years since I left the
orphanage. My adoptive parents took me in long ago. I don’t know anything about the murders.”
I eyed the ss president suspiciously. In the group chat, he went by the name James. Perhaps he
knew more than he let on.