When my parents announced they were officially adopting Mia Campbell, I packed my bags and moved out at the speed of light. "I've cleared out my space. From now on, she can be your biological daughter. See you around, or maybe never." As the cannon fodder supporting character in this "pampered heroine" novel, I decided to officially quit playing the game in this lifetime. Mia wants my parents? She can have them. She wants my brother? Take him. She wants my childhood sweetheart? Free delivery. Oh wow. Now they're the ones left dumbfounded. 1 On the day Mia Campbell and my childhood sweetheart got married, I died. My soul floated in the air, drifting right into their lavish wedding venue. The reception was held at a five-star luxury hotel. The decor was extravagant, dreamy, and sickeningly perfect. I had to admit, my parents really didn't hold back when it came to spending money on her. Amidst the joyful and relaxed atmosphere, I watched my biological parents and my older brother take the stage one by one, delivering warm, tear-jerking speeches to the newlyweds. They laughed together, took photos, raised their glasses... Until my brother, Liam Sinclair, received a call from the police department. Two minutes later, he said a completely expressionless "Understood" and hung up the phone. "Liam, who was that?" Mia, wearing a dreamy, pure-white designer wedding gown, asked with a hint of a pout. "No one important." Liam shook his head slightly, looking at her with absolute adoration. To avoid ruining Mia's perfect mood, he actually hid the news of my death from her. In reality, that was completely unnecessary. Because right before I died, I was on the phone with Mia. She was the one who instructed her psychotic stalker to end my life. How could that bitch not know I was dead? Mia looked up, flashing Liam a bright, joyful smile: "Thank you, Liam. Thank you, and thank Mom and Dad for everything you've done for me. I love you guys so, so much." Fuck! Even as a ghost, I couldn't stop myself from cursing. Mia was an expert at spouting these nauseating, useless pleasantries. It didn't cost her a dime, yet it kept these idiots utterly devoted to her. Why wouldn't she? Liam was visibly moved. He pulled Mia into a tight hug and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead: "You don't need to thank us, Mia. You deserve all of this and more." The two shared a knowing, sickening smile. I was so disgusted I couldn't watch anymore. Just as I charged forward, wanting to deliver a ghost-kick to Liam's face, the scene before me suddenly warped, flashing rapidly like a movie reel. After a severe bout of dizziness, I opened my eyes. I had been reborn. 2 I was reborn at the age of sixteen, on the exact day our family moved into our new Riverside Estate mansion. Mia Campbell was the daughter of my dad's late best friend. Her biological parents had died in a car crash. With no relatives willing to take her in, she lived in a local orphanage for a few years before my dad finally tracked her down. At this point in the timeline, she had been living with us for three months. Her backstory was pitiful, yet she was "resilient and unyielding." She was an orphan, yet she was "kind and adorable." Everyone loved her. In the short three months she had been with us, my parents couldn't bear to let her sleep in the attic room anymore. For her sake, they upgraded our entire living situation and bought this massive riverside mansion. And I woke up right in this exact moment. My dad's excited voice rang in my ears: "Alright, kids! Go pick your own rooms! Everything is fair game except for the master suite!" I remembered now. On move-in day, my parents let us choose our rooms. Both Mia and I had our eyes on the south-facing suite on the second floor. Not only did it have a luxurious soaking tub, but it also featured massive floor-to-ceiling windows with a breathtaking view of the sparkling river. Thinking of this, I immediately marched up to the second floor. "I want this one." Just as I said that to my dad, Mia walked in. Her face instantly lit up. "Wow! This room is so beautiful! "Mom, can I stay in here?" My dad froze for a second. I had fully anticipated Mia's reaction, so I said coolly: "Are you deaf? I just said I'm taking this room." Hearing my blunt refusal, Mia immediately put on a panicked, fragile expression: "I'm so sorry, Hazel. I really didn't hear you. "If you like this room, you should have it! Honestly, I can sleep anywhere. Compared to my old room at the orphanage, anywhere here is like heaven. "Mom and Dad are so incredibly good to me. I'm just so scared I'll never be able to repay you all." Here we go again. The classic manipulation script. It sounded so painfully fake, yet it moved some people to tears. "Hazel, why don't you... let Mia have this room? You can take one downstairs," my dad hesitated before asking me. My mom chimed in from the side: "He's right, Hazel. Honestly, the rooms upstairs and downstairs aren't that different. Mia has had such a hard life." The exact same scenario. The exact same words. But unlike the shock and heartbreak I felt in my past life, this time, my heart was as calm as stagnant water. "Mom, Dad, let's get one thing straight. I am your biological daughter." They exchanged a look. My dad then continued: "Hazel, your mother and I have decided to officially adopt Mia. From today onward, both of you are our precious daughters." Mia covered her mouth in disbelief, tears shimmering in her eyes: "Really? Mom, Dad... are you really willing to adopt me?" Liam also looked surprised, but thrilled: "You're adopting Mia?!" My mom's eyes were full of maternal love as she nodded firmly: "Yes, Mia. Now I really get to be your mother." Mia threw herself into my mom's arms, massive teardrops rolling down her cheeks. "Sob... Mom, thank you! Thank you, Dad! I love you guys so, so much." "Gag..." I couldn't control my gag reflex and dry-heaved loudly. Because the sound was so loud, everyone turned to stare at me. Liam frowned deeply, looking highly displeased: "Hazel Sinclair, what the hell are you doing?" "My bad," I waved my hand apologetically. "I think I might be pregnant." The moment the words left my mouth, everyone's eyes bulged out of their heads. Then I suddenly remembered I was only sixteen right now. I smacked my forehead in annoyance: "Oops, misspoke. I meant I think I ate something bad and have a stomachache." My parents' expressions were incredibly hard to read. Mia was halfway through her tears, but her emotional performance was completely derailed by my interruption. She looked completely lost. "Well, since you're adopting Mia Campbell, I'll just move out. I don't want this room anymore either. "I've cleared out my space. From now on, she can be your biological daughter. See you around." With that, I grabbed my suitcase and turned to leave. "Hazel Sinclair." My dad stopped me angrily. "Stop being such a spoiled brat." Spoiled brat? I just didn't want to be the cannon fodder side character anymore. I refused to end up betrayed by everyone and dying alone on the streets in this lifetime. "Dad, I'm serious. It's either Mia or me. If she stays, I leave. You and Mom can decide." "Hazel, what did Mia ever do to you? Why have you become so selfish?" my mom scolded, her face darkening. With my "help," Mia's emotional act came right back. Her eyes reddened, and tears fell like rain: "Mom, Dad, please don't fight with Hazel because of me. I'm not worth it." "Enough, Hazel!" Liam pulled Mia into his arms and roared at me, "Apologize to Mia right now!" Apologize to my ass. I rolled my eyes. Truly the pampered heroine of the novel. With one effortless sentence, my brother turned into her loyal attack dog. No wonder I couldn't beat her in my past life. But in this life, I'm done playing. So what if I'm the cannon fodder? Can't I just quit? Can't I stay far away from this family? Can't I go find my own happiness? If this place won't have me, somewhere else will. "Bye-bye, big bro. If you want an apology, you can say it to the mirror. I'm out of here." Perhaps realizing I was serious, my dad furrowed his brows: "Hazel, you are a minor. We have legal guardianship over you." True. I wasn't eighteen yet. If I were, the first thing I would do is emancipate myself and cut off all legal ties. I wouldn't waste time arguing with them. "If you want me to stay, fine. First, I do not consent to you adopting her. She can stay here temporarily as a guest. "Second, this room is mine. Non-negotiable." My dad didn't speak. He just stared at me quietly. After a long while, he finally said in a heavy tone: "Your mother and I have already made up our minds about adopting Mia. That will not change. "As for the room... Hazel, you already have so much. Why must you fight Mia for this?" 3 Even though I fully expected this outcome, my heart still gave an uncontrollable, painful twinge. What exactly did I have? I used to have biological parents and a brother who loved me. But not anymore. They had been stolen by Mia. If I didn't leave now, I would end up with the exact same tragic fate as my past life. I would watch helplessly as Mia systematically conquered my parents, my brother, and my childhood sweetheart. The day the pampered heroine got her "Happy Ending" was the exact day I was left to rot on the streets. I sighed: "Then there's nothing to discuss. I'm sorry, Dad. You're the ones who didn't want me first. From now on, my life has nothing to do with you." My dad finally snapped, his voice sharp and furious: "Hazel Sinclair, are you completely deaf to reason?! If you walk out that door today, don't ever come back!" "Hazel, apologize to your father right now, or I won't be able to help you either!" my mom glared at me, her face thunderous. Mia, who had been leaning weakly against Liam's chest, opened her big, innocent eyes and looked over. A blatant, triumphant smirk flashed across her eyes. She didn't even try to hide it. In my past life, I saw that exact smile on her face constantly. Whenever I fought, argued, and threw tantrums, only to lose the room to her anyway, she would smile at me just like that. I still vividly remember her joy and excitement when she moved into this room. "Sister, thank you so much for being so good to me! Sob... I really love it here so much!" Even though her mouth was saying thank you, I could clearly see the triumph in her eyes. It was the joy and arrogance of winning a war. When my parents took her and Liam on a vacation but left me behind. When they returned, Mia smiled at me with pure passive-aggression: "Sister, Mom and Dad were just worried about distracting you from your AP English exam next week, which is why they didn't bring you. You're not mad, right?" I wasn't the only one taking exams. Liam was taking them too. Just because they could only book four first-class tickets, my biological parents chose to take their adopted daughter and leave me behind. Afterward, I tearfully asked my mom why they did that. "Hazel, you've already been to Hawaii, haven't you? Mia has never been on a vacation before. Don't you think she's pitiful?" That word again. What does her being pitiful have to do with me? I wasn't the one who made her an orphan. "What about Liam? He's been there too." My mom was speechless for a moment before compromising: "How about this... Next time Mom and Dad go on a trip, we'll make it up to you." And naive, stupid me actually believed her. Where in the world are there parents who love their adopted daughter more than their own flesh and blood? Well, reality proved it. They exist. And I was unlucky enough to be born to them. My parents started "forgetting" me on a regular basis. They would take Liam and Mia to the movies, and I would only find out when they got home that night. The family of four would drive out for a weekend camping trip, and I would only hear about it weeks later. Mia realized that acting cute and throwing tantrums worked wonders on my parents. If she said she wanted an iPad today, my dad would have it for her tomorrow. If she mentioned liking a designer bag in the morning, my mom would gift it to her that night. Her status in my parents' hearts far surpassed mine, and her allowance was significantly higher. Liam was even worse. He turned into an obsessed, overprotective brother. Of course, the sister he protected wasn't me. He introduced Mia to all his friends and classmates. Every time he came back from basketball practice, he'd bring her favorite boba tea. He threw thousands of dollars to get her VIP tickets to her favorite singer's concert. And because Mia didn't like cats, he threw away the kitten I had been raising for years without even telling me. I cried until I couldn't breathe, but my "good brother" just said dismissively: "It's just an animal, what's the big deal? It almost scratched Mia's hand last time. It needed to go." The truth was, my cat was incredibly sweet. If you didn't provoke it, it would never attack anyone. The more I hated Mia, the more the rest of the family loved her. In my past life, I never understood why it had to be this way. It wasn't until right before I died that I finally understood. It turned out Mia was the main character of a "pampered heroine" novel, and I was just the cannon fodder side character. My fifteen years of a smooth, happy life were just setting the stage for her triumphant arrival. In this life, I absolutely refuse to endure it. Even if it means death, I want to see if this pampered heroine can still get her "Happy Ending" if I refuse to play my part in her plot. "Apologizing is impossible. I will never apologize in this lifetime. Mom, Dad, take care." 4 Half a month later, I moved into Beverly Hills' most prestigious neighborhood—The Pinnacle Estate. In a place where the average property price hovered around $4,000 per square foot, I truly learned what "prime real estate" meant. A woman in an elegant white sundress walked toward me, a warm smile on her face. "Hazel." "Godmother." I broke into a massive, radiant smile. "Did you bring all your luggage? Is this really it?" "I brought it all! I didn't have much stuff to begin with." "Alright, I'll have Spencer show you to your room on the third floor." "Thank you, Godmother." Spencer Davenport was the same age as me, currently a freshman in high school, but he was much taller, at least 6'0". He was strikingly handsome, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes—the epitome of elegance. He was the standard "wealthy young master." The aura he exuded could be summed up in two words: Noble and aloof. His older brother, Ethan Davenport, had a slightly warmer, more refined intellectual vibe. Both brothers were ridiculously good-looking. The kind of handsome that could make people swoon. No wonder rich men loved marrying supermodels and actresses; it guaranteed the next generation's genetics. And Mrs. Davenport? She won a national beauty pageant back in the day with her earth-shattering looks. The elevator reached the third floor. I opened the bedroom door. Even though I was mentally prepared, I was still stunned by the sight. You could literally jog laps inside this bedroom. There was a luxurious crystal chandelier and an elegant, vintage king-sized bed. Through the glass doors, you could take in the entire glittering night view of the city. It truly lived up to being a hundred-million-dollar mansion. I gave a polite smile: "Thank you, Spencer." He gave a slight nod. Perhaps feeling he was being too cold, he added in a flat tone: "You're welcome." After Spencer left, I walked up to the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was perfectly quiet. In the distance, neon lights flashed, and the city lights looked breathtakingly beautiful. I never imagined Los Angeles had such a serene, peaceful enclave. The view here was a million times better than our old riverside mansion. I had to admit, the life of the ultra-rich was beautifully unpretentious. 5 The past two days were final exams. Previously, I had faked a broken leg and took a week off from my homeroom teacher. Finishing the exams meant my middle school life was officially over. As soon as I walked out of the school gates, I saw my dad's car. He was here to pick up Mia after her exams. She was in the same grade as me, having transferred to this school six months ago. What a great father. "Sister! What a coincidence!" Seeing me, Mia cheerfully waved her small hand. My dad's gaze landed on me. His previously gentle, loving expression instantly turned frigid. I knew he was waiting for me to obediently bow my head, apologize, and deeply repent for my actions from half a month ago. He probably expected me to beg for his forgiveness with tears streaming down my face. As my footsteps drew closer. "Hello, Mr. Sinclair." As soon as the words left my mouth, the man's face turned ashen. His eyes flared with anger: "Hazel Sinclair, what kind of attitude is that?" I shrugged: "Looks like I shouldn't have said hi. Next time I see you, I'll just treat you like a stranger." My dad glared at me intensely, looking utterly disappointed: "Hazel Sinclair, if you don't move back home within three days, don't bother coming back ever." "Understood, Mr. Sinclair." With that, I walked away without looking back. 6 After lunch, I returned to the classroom. Mia was currently inviting the entire class to her birthday party. As her classmates took the invitations, they showed looks of intense envy. "Wow, Mia, you actually live in the Riverside Estate? Aren't the houses there super expensive?" "More than just expensive. My dad says it's a premier gated community. The cheapest house there is at least three million dollars." "Mia, do you live in an actual mansion?" ... Mia covered her mouth, giving a sweet, elegant smile: "My house is two stories, yes, and it faces the river." "Wow, I want to go! I've never seen what a mansion on the river looks like!" "Me too, me too!" In an instant, the classroom was buzzing with excitement. After a while, Mia walked up to me holding an invitation, looking incredibly smug: "Sister, are you coming to my birthday party?" Meeting her triumphant gaze, I took the envelope without hesitation: "Sure." Her smile completely jammed. Her fingers gripped the invitation tightly, refusing to let go. I knew it. Mia just wanted to use this to show off and rub it in my face. She absolutely didn't want me at her birthday party. If I went and casually greeted our parents, her facade as the "adopted orphan" would be exposed. She wasn't going to let that happen. I mocked her: "Didn't you invite me to your party? Let go of the envelope, then." Mia smiled, looking very strained: "Sister, if you're too busy, you really don't have to come." "Who said I'm busy? I have all the free time in the world." Her hand still didn't let go as she put on a troubled expression: "I'm just worried that if you suddenly show up at the house, it will make Mom and Dad angry again. They've finally been in a better mood these past two days." I gave her a cold smile: "Aren't you overstepping a bit? They are my biological parents." Mia stared at me deeply, the fake warmth in her eyes vanishing completely. She didn't bother pretending anymore. "You don't know yet, do you? Mom and Dad have decided to send me to Edenbridge Academy for high school. Since you willingly gave up this family, you should just stay far away. Why come back and humiliate yourself?" Her words didn't surprise me at all. In my past life, Mia also attended Edenbridge Academy. It was an elite prep school known nationwide for its astronomical tuition and world-class faculty. Tuition was $30,000 per semester, $60,000 a year. Liam was a year older than us and also went to Edenbridge. Between the two of them, their tuition cost $120,000 a year. Why do I specify "the two of them"? Because I didn't go there. I attended a very ordinary public high school because I had good grades, while Mia had terrible ones. "Hazel, your grades are excellent, so it doesn't matter where you go. Mia is different. If she doesn't push hard these next three years, she won't be able to get into a good college. "I heard Edenbridge has Ivy League-level instructors. Mom and Dad have decided to transfer Mia there." Those were the words my own biological mother told me in my past life. And that was exactly what my biological parents did to me. I cried, rebelled, and even went on a hunger strike, but they didn't budge. They firmly enrolled Mia at Edenbridge. No one would believe it if I told them. They paid $60,000 a year for an adopted daughter's elite private school, while sending their biological daughter to a public school for free. The worst part was that no one in the family thought there was anything wrong with this. Sitting at the dinner table every night, listening to Liam and Mia discuss the interesting things happening at their elite prep school, was worse than torture. Eventually, I just moved into a dorm at my public school and stopped going home altogether. 7 End of flashback. I was just about to throw a sarcastic comeback at Mia when a familiar voice suddenly called out. "Mia." A flicker of emotion crossed Mia's eyes, and a bizarre look flashed across her face as she looked at me. The next second, she threw herself backward onto the floor. Noah Brooks's panicked voice rang out: "Hazel Sinclair, what did you do?!" I had to admit, Mia—this little bitch—really had some tricks up her sleeve. She set me up again. After being helped up by Noah, Mia's eyes reddened. Wiping away tears, she sobbed pitifully: "Noah, I... I just wanted to invite my sister to my birthday party. I thought I could find a chance for her to clear up the misunderstanding with Mom and Dad so she could move back home. But my sister just shoved me to the ground without a word." Noah glared at me fiercely, his tone full of absolute disgust: "Hazel, are you out of your mind?!" Looking at this childhood sweetheart who, not too long ago, was inseparable from me and shared everything with me... he now looked at me with such intense revulsion that he didn't even want to spare me a glance. I buried my emotions and looked back with cold eyes: "Yeah, I am. Do you have the cure?" He choked on his words for a second, then fired back defensively: "I'm warning you, don't mess with Mia at school. She's not a pushover..." "Which eye of yours saw me mess with her?" "I saw it with both my eyes!" "Noah, it's okay." Mia grabbed onto his arm, looking agitated. Biting her lip, she looked up pitifully: "Sister is probably still angry about the time I gave you her love letter. I'm sorry, sister, I really didn't do it on purpose. I just wanted to help you. I thought since you liked Noah, he should know." Hearing this, a look of realization dawned on Noah's face, making his expression even more condescending: "Hazel, it's never going to happen between us. I like Mia. Please stop flattering yourself." Whispers broke out all around us. Some people looked at me with pure schadenfreude. "What happened? Hazel confessed to Noah?" "Looks like she got rejected, too. What kind of drama is this? Childhood friend losing to the new girl?" "Tsk, tsk. I get to witness a massive love triangle today." I looked at Mia. Her face looked as innocent and harmless as a baby deer, but her eyes were brimming with smugness and provocation. In her second month at our house, she had taken a love letter from my room and handed it to Noah. It was a letter I had written a year prior, planning to confess my feelings to Noah, but for various reasons, I never gave it to him. Mia had handed it over without my permission, and afterward, she hid behind the stupid excuse of: "If you love someone, you should shout it to the world!" I genuinely felt she was treating me like a complete idiot. She's the pampered heroine, right? Fine. Let's see who wins this game. 8 The two-month summer vacation flew by, and the first day of school arrived. Luxury cars lined the entrance of Edenbridge Academy, all dropping off students for the new semester. "Miss Hazel, let me." Before Uncle Ben could open the door for me, I stopped him from the back seat. "It's okay, Ben. I've got it." I smiled at him and stepped out of the Bentley. I walked over to Spencer Davenport and intentionally linked my arm through his. Catching his slightly surprised gaze, I raised an eyebrow: "What is it, Spencer? Why are you looking at me like that?" For just two seconds, his handsome face returned to its usual cool composure. He let me hold his arm. "Nothing." Many freshmen around us turned to look at us, whispering to each other: "Oh my god, who is that guy? He is exactly my type." "Quick, quick! Give me three minutes, I need all his details." "Who's the girl next to him? Is that his girlfriend? Ugh, I think I just went through a breakup." "It's probably his sister, right? Didn't she just call him her brother?" ... Spencer's status was too high-profile. On the very first day, all his information was dug up by the students. By association, I became the queen of gossip. Right after the first period, my desk mate, Zoe Parker, couldn't suppress her burning gossip soul and eagerly asked for confirmation: "Hazel, are you and Spencer actual biological siblings?" "Nope," I shook my head, answering honestly. "I'm adopted." She instantly got excited: "Wow! What kind of cosmic lottery did you win to get adopted by the school board director's family?! Do they need more kids? I want to be adopted too!" I found her hilarious: "Sure, I'll ask my mom when I get home tonight." "If the board director's family doesn't need more kids, ask your brother if he needs a girlfriend. I can pull off any vibe—boss babe, cute, girl-next-door. You name it, I can do it." Stars were practically popping out of Zoe's eyes. "No problem." "Also, also! If your second brother doesn't like my vibe, can you ask your oldest brother for me? Seriously, I've had a crush on him forever. Like, since my past life. Please, give me a chance to be your sister-in-law!" ... Girl, don't you think you're being a little too greedy? 9 Before I knew it, it was afternoon. Almost all the girls in the class had familiarized themselves with me. Several people had already asked if they could eat lunch with me. I hadn't realized making friends could be this easy. Even though I hadn't done anything, they treated me like the center of attention. At lunch, the seats on my left, right, and across from me were all taken. It was obvious that these girls came from incredibly wealthy families. A random watch on any of their wrists probably cost as much as a semester's tuition at Edenbridge. Even Zoe, who kept loudly wishing to be adopted by Mrs. Davenport, was actually the only daughter of the CEO of Oceanic Group, a company worth billions. Right now, Miss Zoe was trying every trick in the book to ask me about Ethan Davenport. "Hazel Sinclair." An abrupt and unexpected voice sounded near my ear. I looked up and met Mia's incredibly confused face. She was walking side-by-side with a girl with short hair, holding a lunch tray. They were probably looking for seats. "Hi, what a coincidence." I gave a half-hearted greeting and immediately turned back to Zoe to continue our conversation. Mia didn't leave. She stared at me with a bizarre expression. She seemed unable to process the situation, her brows furrowing slightly: "What are you doing here?" That was a hilarious question. I had to look up again to answer her: "Eating lunch, obviously. What does it look like?" Mia scoffed, her tone dripping with disdain: "Don't tell me you actually go to school here." The mockery in her voice was so obvious that people started looking at her weirdly. "Who are you?" Zoe asked, looking displeased. Mia stood up straighter: "Who are you?" "Why do you care who I am? Do you have any manners? Can't you see we're talking?" "You..." Mia was about to fire back, but the short-haired girl next to her pulled her back and subtly shook her head. "I'm sorry, Miss Parker. We didn't mean to interrupt." The short-haired girl was clearly intimidated by Zoe. She apologized sincerely and quickly dragged Mia away. The two of them sat down very far away. Mia's eyes were dark, and her gaze kept flicking back to me. 10 After school, I was waiting for Spencer in the second-floor hallway. Mia, acting like she had been lying in wait, grabbed me and pulled me into the stairwell. "Hazel, what the hell is going on?" I turned off my phone screen, my tone lazy: "What?" She looked at me with an expression of pure absurdity and disbelief: "Since when did you become the school board director's daughter?!" "Does that have a single cent to do with you?" I didn't want to deal with her. I turned to leave, but she yanked me back. A cold smirk appeared on Mia's lips: "Don't you want to see what kind of expression Mom and Dad would have if they found out you became the school board director's daughter?" "Who cares about their expressions? I cut ties with your family a long time ago." I shrugged casually, adding, "I learned that trick from you, actually. Other people's parents just smell sweeter." Mia choked on my comeback. A sharp, fierce emotion flashed in her pupils. I didn't linger. I waved at her and walked away effortlessly. 11 When Spencer and I walked out of the school gates, Uncle Ben's car was already parked by the curb. "Miss Hazel, your boba tea." Before opening the door, Uncle Ben handed me a still-warm cup of boba from the cup holder. I had only casually mentioned that morning that the new boba place at the corner was really good. I didn't expect him to take it to heart. "Thank you, Ben," I smiled sweetly. "You're welcome." Remembering something, I turned and asked: "Spencer, do you want to try some? It's really good." Spencer, who was suddenly cued for no reason, looked at the boba in my hand with absolute resistance: "No." "Just a sip?" He shook his head firmly. Fine, whatever. As the car passed the next intersection, I felt a bit stuffy and rolled down the window. When I turned my head, I saw Mia and Liam standing at a bus stop. The two of them were waiting for the bus. My dad... well, Robert Sinclair hadn't been making a small amount of money these past couple of years, but the family had just bought a massive new mansion, and the tuition for Mia and Liam was astronomical. Between the mortgage and the tuition, his financial burden wasn't small. I guess they definitely didn't have the spare cash to hire a driver, so his precious son and daughter had to suffer the indignity of taking the public bus. Mia saw me in the car. Her expression shifted, her eyes glaring intensely, her hands balling into fists. Liam looked utterly shocked, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, and yelled my name: "Hazel Sinclair!" Talk about bad luck. I rolled my eyes at them and rolled up the window without hesitation. The light turned green, and the car sped away.
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