Well, it didn’t matter anymore.
Henrietta glared at me. “It’s a pity I didn’t manage to kill you. You were born with everything, and now, you even have Jonathan wrapped around your finger. You must feel smug, right? Are you mocking me in your heart for failing to take anything from you? Do you think I’m a clown?”
I couldn’t help laughing. “I don’t need to mock you in my heart. I’m here to do it in person.”
She pounced on the glass before her and pounded on it manically. She looked like she wanted to pass through the glass to rip me to shreds. It was too bad she was stuck in a tiny room. She couldn’t hurt me, no matter how hard she tried.
I was satisfied to see her like this.
As for Jonathan… Since he was the same Jonathan whold caused my death in my past life, I had to make him pay the price for his actions.
I stopped sponsoring him, and the companies that were on good terms with Stoneridge Group refused to sponsor him, too. If he were capable enough, he could get a scholarship based on his good grades. However, he couldn’t do it.
Not only did I study hard myself, but I also tutored classmates whose grades were similar to his. I wanted them to surpass him thoroughly.
Jonathan endured this silently, not daring to make a peep. However, he kept looking at me with pleading gazes. He made my stomach turn.
After graduation, he applied for a job at Stoneridge Group. How could they possibly hire him, though?
I didn’t need to say a thing. When Dad saw his application, he immediately gave an order to reject all
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candidates with poor character.
Jonathan couldn’t get a full–time job, so he worked part–time and random gigs. He couldn’t afford the medical bills, so Connie was kicked out of the hospital. They had to squat in a basement.
I didn’t know how long Connie would last there, but I didn’t bother paying attention to her. Someone as ungrateful as her could die for all I cared.
After graduation, Dad arranged for me to meet the son of an old friend of his. His family, the Bartons, were of equal standing as mine. We shared the same principles and ethics and got along well after spending time together.
We had common interests. We respected and supported each other and were equals in our careers. I didn’t need to suck up to him, and he didn’t need to think I had a hidden agenda.
When we entered a restaurant together, I saw Jonathan working part–time as a server there. He approached our table, looking anxious yet hopeful. “Thalia, who is…”
I destroyed his hope, saying firmly, “This is my boyfriend, Chester Barton.”
Chester had heard about my story with Jonathan. I’d asked him whether it bothered him, but all he’d told me was that he wanted to be the next and last person that I cared so much for. He wouldn’t give Jonathan the chance to start over with me.
He smiled confidently at Jonathan. “Hi, I’m Tia’s boyfriend. Well, I’m now her fiancé. Our wedding is in a month. You can come and join in the festivities if you have the time, Mr. Pickle. You can witness one of my and Tia’s most important moments.”
He held my hand tightly, his gaze hostile as he watched Jonathan. He looked like a predator protecting its prey from being taken away.
I gave him an appeasing look. He claimed to want Jonathan at our wedding but didn’t bother giving the latter an invitation–I knew he had some with him. It was clear he didn’t want Jonathan there.
I didn’t expose him. Instead, I placed our order and said indifferently, “I’ve ordered. You can leave now.”
Jonathan lowered his head shamefully and mumbled, “I’ve lost my chance, haven’t I?”
I ignored him. Instead, I talked to Chester about what we were going to do next.
Jonathan silently turned away and left. I figured he would no longer disturb me.
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