…
Hearing her words, my adoptive mother turned to me.
“Stacy is right. I’ll go to the school today and arrange your transfer.”
Her tone left no room for argument.
I knew that, out of obligation for the kindness my father had once shown them, the Lowes had taken me in.
But from the very beginning, they never truly saw me as their daughter.
To them, I was just a convenient accessory for Stacy to order around.
In my past life, when Stacy insisted on transferring classes, my adoptive mother got worried and originally planned to have me follow along.
But Stacy refused adamantly.
So, my adoptive mother gave up on the idea.
Later, Stacy had even come to gloat.
“Don’t think I don’t know—when you competed in that violin contest, Nicholas skipped class to watch you. Did you really think I’d let you stay in the same class as him every day?”
I simply looked at her foolish expression and said nothing.
Nicholas came to watch my violin competition?
What a joke.
He probably didn’t even know how many strings a violin had.
That rumor?
I was the one who subtly spread it.
My only goal was to keep Stacy from dragging me down with her.
But now, she had been reborn.
If she wanted to play games, I could simply change the rules and play on a different field.
…
That night, Stacy slipped into my room without making a sound.
