A Farewell After Being Reborn

Chapter 72

Sage was speechless for a bit. “You’re missing the whole point.”

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Tiana suddenly burst out into laughter. “You about me. Wilson only has work on his

brain, nothing more, nothing less.

“Even the prettiest classmate sitting next to him means nothing. Otherwise, he would never have had to

resort to marrying a blind date!”

Sage wanted to knock some sense into Tiana. “It doesn’t hurt if you just paid a little more attention to your husband’s dating history. Get him some food or drink now. It’ll show that you care for him. Besides, you’ll also get a different perspective to continue eyeing that woman.”

“Alright, alright! I’ll go now if that’s what it takes for you to shut up about it.”

After ending the call with Tiana, Sage still couldn’t help feeling antsy about it. So, she sent Tiana a text message that said, “I remember you said your mother–in–law likes emerald jewelry. Lathuyria is famous for its emerald jewelry. Maybe you should get her an emerald bracelet as a gift.”

In her past life, according to what Tiana had told her, Wilson’s first love knew exactly what to do and how to do things right. Besides fostering an amicable relationship with Tiana, she also knew how to win over

Wilson’s parents.

Wilson’s

After returning from abroad, old flame had gifted Wendy Moss, Wilson’s mother, an emerald bracelet. Wendy had been simply delighted with it.

Otherwise, she would have been the one to

would change the ending between herself and Wilson

they brought up the topic of gifts and souvenirs, Sage suddenly recalled that Linda would

last act she would pull as Linda’s

longer be celebrating Linda’s birthday

young woman to

went to the mall and ordered a set of prayer beads with tiny figurines for Linda. Linda liked

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few photos she’d taken of them at the yard of the restaurant they went to

album for Linda.

told you to buy some expensive–looking clothing, so why

expensive watch?

spend so much money? Don’t you know

Sage trembled.

been reborn, she still couldn’t stop herself from

life, the owner of this voice, Sandra Fraser,

scream or yell at her, call her degrading names, and tell her that she was as

even her breathing

would

saw the burly–looking Sandra coming out of the watch shop next door with a young man. He looked to

had the same facial features as Sandra. He towered around six feet tall and

a

tie with his hair slicked up on his head. He looked like he was