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.”

for Leah’s act. Without a glance, she walked

words caught in her throat; her expression briefly flustered as she

watch Charmaine’s graceful figure walk away, her eyes

Nelsons, she had always been humble, compliant, and eager to gain the

let Charmaine have her

nice while secretly targeting

Charmaine suffered such injustice, hadn’t she

like a completely different

and

she had found something

crossed Leah’s mind,

by now. She wouldn’t

up being a daughter

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

in her room, feeling completely

just to make a scene and

seemed Charmaine had gotten a bit smarter, using

could only be her. No matter how much Charmaine tried, she couldn’t change

to steal my

Dream on!

group coming up the stairs. A glint of cunning

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 everyone gave me. They’re all yours, Chara. I’ll give