Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

"Bro, what on earth are you talking about?" Sandy snapped, her voice dripping with irritation. "Odie's no saint. Whether he lives or dies, what does it matter to us?"

"Sandy! How can you say that? Odie was once engaged to you. He was your fiancé! You can't be so heartless!"

Being scolded by her brother in front of everyone made Sandy's temper flare. She shot back at Angelo, "Yes, I'm being harsh! I can't stand him! I don't care what happens to him! Whether he lives or dies, it's none of my business!" With that, Sandy stormed upstairs, fuming.

Angelo, knowing his sister's temper, turned to Adler and Jenna with an apologetic smile. "I'm really sorry about that. Sandy can be like this sometimes. I'll talk to her later. She shouldn't have been so rude."

Saying this, Angelo hurried upstairs to calm Sandy down. She had always run to their dad whenever things didn't go her way. Even though their father was in Devonport, he wouldn't hesitate to fly over just to give Angelo a piece of his mind for Sandy's sake.

As Sandy went upstairs, she passed by Odie's guest room and glanced inside. Sure enough, she saw Odie lying there, barely conscious. After a brief look, she turned her head and walked away, muttering to herself, "If he's dead, he's dead. Almost dying and still getting me in trouble with my brother. What a nuisance!"

"Ms. Sandy, why are you standing at the door if you're not going in?" a voice behind her said.

there. "I was just thinking, that's all! Who said I came to see him?" she retorted, ready

calmly replied, "Ms. Sandy, you've always looked down on Odie, calling him a lowly pauper,

if I have? He is one! Just a servant for the White family, at best their bodyguard, at worst, a dog under Mr

to marry me and even throwing that disgusting banquet! I was being generous

Sandy, you've probably

in the slums. I kindly gave them money, but they stole my wallet! Those despicable paupers would

continued to irk Sandy. "What's so funny?"

because

you so well that you think everything

nature is complex; there are no absolute good people

Good people can do

be bad all the time. Everyone is just trying to survive. Like, when those slum dwellers took your wallet, what if they needed