“Didn’t you call me annoying yesterday, you little brat?” Charlie teased, his tone a mix of annoyance and amusement.
“I won’t do it again, I promise!” Tiffany replied, her voice unusually sweet and obedient.
Her sudden change in attitude made Charlie burst into laughter. “We’ll see how long that lasts, he chuckled..
The dramatic episode ended just like that. The Olson family spent half the day crying and complaining, but their antics couldn’t compare to the effect of a single tear from Tiffany.
Out of brotherly love, Charlie never intended to kick the Olson family out of his house.
Tiffany understood this all too well. Her actions today were calculated, meant to light the fuse and to push the Olsons to the brink. She wanted to provoke them until their true intentions. were bare for everyone. So, when that moment arrived, she’d be ready to rip off their hypocritical facade!
Later that night, as Tiffany prepared for bed, Eric came into her room, clutching a stuffed toy, and whispered, “I don’t like the Olson family at all!”
Tiffany would comfort her brother in the past, reminding him they were family. But this time, she gently patted his head and softly reassured him, “Don’t worry! I’ll make sure they’re gone,”
The hatred Tiffany harbored had never faded, and she would ensure they paid for their actions, one by one.
Early the following day, Charlie headed off to work.
The driver then took Eric to school. Although only eight, his exceptional talents had allowed him to skip several grades. Charlie decided to keep him in primary school, not wanting to push him too hard.
As for Tiffany, she and Sandra, who were the same age, attended the elite academy Charlie had arranged for them, sharing the same grade and class.
When Tiffany stepped outside, the driver promptly opened the car door and respectfully said, “Miss Kelley, it’s time to go to school.”
Sandra was already seated inside. Upon seeing Tiffany, she flashed a mocking smile, thinking. You can try to drive us ou
but Uncle Charlie will never agree.”
Sandra was fearless, fully aware of her uncle’s temperament. However, Tiffany’s gaze remained calm and devoid of anger. She ignored Sandra entirely as if she weren’t even there.
After Tiffany got in, the car pulled away from the villa. Tiffany casually flipped through a book as they drove, showing no interest in acknowledging Sandra.
Sandra, growing impatient, finally broke the silence. “Tiffany…”
But Tiffany cut her off before she could continue. “Cut the act! Do you really think everyone’s blind to your little schemes?”
“What do you mean, Tiffany?” Sandra replied.
“Sandra, I’m looking forward to seeing what you’ve got,” Tiffany replied, her lips curling into a cold smile. “Don’t disappoint me.”
The atmosphere grew tense.
Sandra, who had been playing the role of the innocent victim, suddenly realized Tiffany was serious. Panic set in on her as Tiffany seemed like a completely different person, no longer the easy target she once was.
Looking at Tiffany, Sandra also realized that manipulating and deceiving her wouldn’t be so simple from now on. Yet, a part of Sandra felt relieved. She had spent an entire year pretending to be the loving sister, and now she was ready to drop the act. If it came to a showdown, she might not lose after all.
Half an hour later, Tiffany entered the classroom she knew all too well.
The moment she entered, someone flung a poster at her. It was a blown-up image of her public confession to Kenneth, which had clearly become the school’s latest joke.
“Tiffany, how does it feel? Look at you, chasing after a man like a fool. It’s embarrassing!” one of her classmates jeered.
“Yeah! He’s rejected you a million times, but you’re still clinging to him, insisting on that engagement, another one sneered.
“Hey, everyone, Kenneth will be here soon. I can’t wait to see how our dear Miss Kelley keeps fawning over him,” another chimed in with a laugh.
Indeed, Kenneth was the same age as Tiffany and in the same class.
Tiffany didn’t react to any of their taunts. She walked straight to her seat and casually flipped through a book, her expression calm and unbothered.
Her classmates were taken aback. Usually, Tiffany would either argue back or break down in tears, but today, she was unusually composed.
A mischievous boy decided to test her. He snatched the book from her hands and threw it in the trash. “Hey, Tiffany, why don’t you cry? If you cry, maybe I’ll let you off,” he taunted.
Tiffany stood up, maintaining her composure, and approached the boy. “Pick it up,” she demanded.
“Why would I? I threw it, so I’m not picking it up. Don’t be ridiculous!” the boy scoffed, his arrogance palpable.
Tiffany smiled, and just when everyone thought she’d back down, she delivered a powerful punch straight to the boy’s nose.
A loud cry of pain erupted across the classroom. Without wasting another second, Tiffany followed up with a kick to the boy’s knee and then grabbed his hair, slamming his head down onto the desk.
Tiffany’s ruthless and unrelenting actions took everyone by surprise.
Tiffany remained calm and collected throughout it all, even returning the boy’s taunt with a cold smile. “Cry, and if you cry, I might let you off.”
The boy’s nose bled profusely, and he began sobbing. “It hurts so much. Oh my goodness, this is so bad!” he cried.
After she had finished teaching the boy a lesson, Tiffany released her grip. The boy then rushed to pick up the book from the trash and return it to her.
Tiffany then returned to her seat, her demeanor as calm as if she hadn’t just beaten someone up.
The whispering in the surroundings continued, with most speculating that she must have been deeply affected, which explained the extreme behavior.
Suddenly, the noisy chatter ceased, and Tiffany looked up only to see someone walking through the classroom door. It was none other than Kenneth, the one she had once loved intensely.
He was tall and elegant, dressed in clean, casual attire, with an outstanding presence. He looked like he had stepped out of a comic book-handsome, refined, and radiating a sunny
Kenneth was once the light that illuminated her heart, but he ultimately destroyed. everything she had.
It would be a lie if Tiffany said she didn’t hate him. She hated how Kenneth had begged her and manipulated her into taking the fall for his first love, landing her in prison. After five years behind bars, he looked at her and asked if she thought she deserved him.
Kenneth’s words were like a hot metal seal, forever leaving a mark on her heart. However, Tiffany still hated herself the most. Her foolishness led to such humiliation, and she could only blame herself for everything that had happened.
Tiffany clenched her fist briefly before she relaxed, looking away from Kenneth. Although outsiders couldn’t perceive the change in Tiffany, Kenneth certainly could.
Since Tiffany abruptly ended their phone call with a curt response, Kenneth hadn’t heard from her again. While welcoming the change, he couldn’t help feeling strange.
When had Tiffany become so clever? Since when did she stop being clingy and decide to start playing hard to get?’ Kenneth thought.
Yet, from how she looked at him earlier, he seemed to notice the hatred in her eyes.