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

Chapter 48 Sophie’s Struggle

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Leah bit her lip lightly, as though she wanted to say something, but the words caught in her throat. She didn’t dare upset Olympia, so she kept quiet.

Olympia patted her hand gently, offering a few words of comfort before leaving with Milo.

Leah watched them go with a reluctant gaze. Turning back, she headed toward the hospital, only to be intercepted by Sophie, who had snuck downstairs.

Leah instinctively took a step back, glancing around. “We’ll talk in the room,” she said in a low voice.

Sophie’s chest tightened at the sight of her daughter keeping her distance, acting like they were strangers. Charmaine’s earlier words echoed in her mind, sharp as a dagger. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small button.

“You almost got exposed today during the checkup,” Sophie muttered, her voice tense. “Take this with you,

now.”

Leah frowned in disgust. “What is that?”

“I bumped into her when I first got here,” Sophie explained, her tone hushed. “It’s from her–pulled it straight off her clothes. Keep it with you. Drive away all that bad luck.”

Leah’s expression twisted with disbelief, but she took the button reluctantly and shoved it into her pocket. “Why was Charmaine at the hospital?”

“How should I know?” Sophie snapped. “That brat! I told her to come up and apologize to you, but instead, she-”

Sophie stopped abruptly, her face darkening with frustration.

After a pause, Sophie spoke again. “That necklace Charmaine brought from South Aspus, it’s still with you, isn’t it? Wear it when you get back.”

Leah scowled. “That’s just a temporary fix. Am I supposed to spend my life using Charmaine’s castoffs?”

“I know you hate it,” Sophie said, her voice softening. “But what choice do we have?”

Ever since Charmaine had turned rebellious, Leah’s misfortunes had piled up one after another. Sophie clenched her fists. This was fate, she thought bitterly.

Leah’s face contorted with anger. “Why does Charmaine always have all the luck? Why do I have to be the one stuck with all the bad breaks? It’s like the universe-”

“Stop it!” Sophie hissed, covering Leah’s mouth with her hand before she could finish.

“Don’t say something so reckless. You’ve got your dad, your mom, and your grandpa. You’re the one with the good fortune. Just hang on a little longer. We’ll figure out a way to deal with her.”

Inside the Maybach, the atmosphere was stifling.

Emyr’s search had come up empty, leaving him in a foul mood. His broad frame, towering over six feet,

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storm brewing beneath his calm exterior, the kind that could chill anyone foolish

come too

him, kept her thoughts to herself, using his cold aura as a shield for her own

from Rex, accompanied by a news link. “That b*tch! I can’t believe her!”

link, her brows raising slightly as she scanned

account to upload a

were rimmed red, betraying the evidence of recent tears. She carried an air of vulnerability that seemed

to her plagiarism. At

was the same. The posts lauded Leah for

face betrayed no reaction, and when it ended, she closed the screen

garbage? Some

Tad turned from the front seat, his voice interrupting her thoughts. “Mr. Emyr, the tech team couldn’t recover the hospital’s surveillance footage,” he said, his tone

composed. “If they can’t do it, find someone who can. Whoever tampered with it has some skill,

a request on the

Charmaine’s stomach sank.

chasing the footage? She’d gone to great lengths to destroy

felt less like paranoia

phone, she sent Rex a message. “Check the hacker boards. There’s a bounty for recovering surveillance footage. Take it before someone

instantly. “What? Can’t we forget about that for now and focus on calling out Leah? We’re on the same page here,

Charmaine typed back, short

long pause followed before

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storm brewing beneath his calm exterior, the kind

come too

his cold aura as a shield for

Rex, accompanied by a news link. “That b*tch!

raising slightly

the Nelsons‘ official account

red, betraying the evidence of recent tears. She carried an air of vulnerability

be noticeable, carried her apology. She explained the ‘unavoidable‘ circumstances that led to her plagiarism. At the end,

with glowing remarks. Whether it was the work of hired hands or loyal supporters, the result was the same. The