Rebirth Reclaiming Her Self by Fleur Delacour

Angela had only one major class in the afternoon. After finishing her class, Angela planned to go straight home. Although she now had a place to live, she didn’t have much money on her. The Kins Family believed that as long as they provided her with food and she didn’t starve, she should be grateful. Angela left the school gate and waited for the bus while opening her phone. Out of habit, she wanted to go online and check if there were any part-time jobs on the app. But when she opened her phone, she felt a bit frustrated. It wasn’t a smartphone, so she couldn’t really find any jobs with apps. She could only make calls and send text messages.

After a while, a black sedan suddenly stopped in front of her. Subconsciously, she looked into the car and saw the back window slowly rolling down, revealing a man’s deep and three-dimensional face. His expression was as cold and indifferent as always, exuding an air of nobility untainted by the mundane world. Jonathan glanced at Angela and said slowly, “Get in the car.” Angela was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant. The man frowned and said in a low voice, “There’s blood on your skirt.” Upon hearing this, Angela immediately blushed, anxiously looking behind her. Sure enough, there was a small red mark on the back of her blue skirt. Although it was already September, the weather was still hot, and this was the only skirt she had. Embarrassed and angry, Angela covered the red mark on her skirt with one hand, but unfortunately, Jonathan saw it. She felt so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear on the spot. “Get in the car!”

current situation, she didn’t dare to sit on the seat, afraid of dirtying it. Angela lowered her head and could only squat down, looking like a helpless little creature. Sebastian closed the car door and sat in the front driver’s seat. He turned his head and asked Angela, “Miss, where do you live?” “In the military district compound, on Northcity Avenue,” Angela answered cautiously, not knowing where to put her

straight line, glanced at her, took off his suit jacket, and threw it onto the nearby seat. “Use this as a cushion.” Angela widened her eyes in surprise, her fan-like eyelashes trembling. This suit obviously had a high price tag. She had to figure out how to afford her meals now, so how could she dare to use such an expensive suit as a makeshift cushion? She couldn’t afford it. Seemingly aware of her thoughts, Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “Do you think I need to extort money from a student like you?” Well… Angela accepted it, thanked him, and then carefully stood up and sat in that spot. The car sped along the road, and to avoid awkwardness, Angela kept her gaze fixed on the window. The bright car window reflected Jonathan’s profile: handsome and unparalleled, clean, and clear, all while still exuding the maturity of a man. How could such an outstanding person die two years

say something else, but in the end, he chose not to. He smiled kindly and said, “We arrived too late. Alright, young lady, you may go upstairs.” Angela nodded, turned around, and walked back, her mind filled with speculation. Was Sebastian looking for my grandmother because of Jonathan’s illness? In my previous life, did Jonathan die because they couldn’t find my grandmother? Before she took a few steps, a hurried voice came from the car. “Master Jonathan, what’s wrong?” “The medicine, where is it?” Sebastian anxiously searched through the car’s storage compartment. He distinctly remembered placing spare medicine there, so why couldn’t he find it? Angela’s footsteps paused, and she quickly ran back, opened the car door, and got in. She saw Jonathan with a pained expression, his brows tightly furrowed, his face as pale as paper, and cold sweat seeping from his forehead. With one hand supporting his head, the veins