My Reborn Story Is Insane (Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew)

Chapter 9 Backfire

He sneered coldly, though the smile never reached his eyes. “Quite different, indeed.”

The woman had persistently and fearlessly provoked him. She even had the audacity to offer herself up. How could he let her go so easily?

Didn’t she claim she wanted to personally treat his illness? Then he’d give her the chance—let her treat him well!

…

The Nelson Mansion.

Charmaine was packing in her room.

She only had a backpack, a laptop, and a sketchbook when they brought her back to the Nelsons a few months ago.

That was all she took with her.

But no matter how much Charmaine searched, she couldn’t find the sketchbook anywhere.

Her gaze roamed around the guest room, barely twenty square feet. It seemed the last time she had drawn a design sketch was when Leah had visited a couple of weeks ago to invite her to choose a birthday dress together.

Charmaine didn’t linger. She grabbed her things and walked out.

As she pushed the door open, Leah stood at the entrance. Charmaine didn’t know when she had gotten there.

Upon seeing Charmaine with her luggage, Leah bit her lip and resumed her pretentious act.

“Chara.”

act. Without a

in her throat; her expression briefly flustered as she

Charmaine’s graceful figure walk away, her

compliant, and eager to gain the family’s acceptance and affection. She even generously

let Charmaine have her

convinced the family that Charmaine was two-faced, pretending to be nice while secretly targeting her and bullying her. This stirred up the family’s sympathy for Leah and deepened their dislike for

such injustice, hadn’t

like a completely

brothers, talked back to their mother, and even brazenly declared she wanted to cut ties with

it be she had found

Leah’s mind, but she quickly

up by now. She wouldn’t simply

fool would give up being a daughter

birthday party was all about her. Leah was the center of attention,

forced to stay alone in her room, feeling completely ignored. The stark contrast must have filled Charmaine with envy and

was putting on—wasn’t it just to make a scene

a bit smarter, using a different tactic this

could only be her. No matter how much Charmaine

steal my affection

Dream on!

the stairs. A glint of cunning flashed

because no one celebrated your birthday tonight? I apologize for not considering your feelings. I shouldn’t have been greedy and wanted to celebrate my last birthday here, making you sad. It’s all my fault! I still haven’t opened the gifts