I suddenly curled my lips into a faint smile.
“It’s fine. Don’t get yourselves involved.”
…
The moment I stepped out of the classroom, Nicholas and his lackeys shoved me into the equipment room at the far end of the field.
Inside, I was met with a painfully familiar face—Stacy.
Nicholas stood beside her, tilting his chin toward me.
“So, this is the so-called sister who thinks she can throw her weight around just because your family owes her a favor?”
“Mm.”
Stacy responded indifferently, then added, “But you shouldn’t bully her like this. I don’t want to become someone like her.”
She played the part well—stubborn, aloof, and full of self-righteousness.
A far cry from the girl in my past life who once sobbed and begged Nicholas not to break up with her.
She must have learned something after reliving her life—Nicholas was the kind of bastard who only grew more interested when he was ignored.
Sure enough, at her resistance, his gaze softened with a hint of admiration.
Stacy took a deep breath, then sighed as if trying to reason with him.
“Besides, my sister has spent years studying the violin. Her hands are the most valuable thing she has—”
Nicholas cut in with a sneer. “The more valuable something is, the better it looks when it’s destroyed. Don’t you think?”
He waved a hand at the two guys holding me down.
“Do it here. Break her fingers, one by one. I want to make sure she never plays the violin again.”
At his words, the air in the room turned suffocating.
A triumphant gleam filled Stacy’s eyes, barely concealed beneath her indifferent expression.
They shoved me roughly toward the parallel bars, grabbing a heavy dumbbell from the floor.
Just as it was about to come crashing down, I spoke.
“Idiots.”
“What did you just say?!”
I met Nicholas’ gaze with a smile.
“If I were you, I’d think twice before stirring up trouble at school, especially with the Scott family’s stock distribution hanging in the balance.”
His eyes widened in an instant.
I silently counted down in my head.
