Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 2 The First Person They'll Save Jeremiah's words made me laugh. If Elsa did have an appendicitis attack, how could she recover so shortly and be drinking at a bar?

But no matter how absurd her excuses were, Jeremiah would believe anything she said.

I started remembering my past life.

One time after I made her madd, Elsa claimed to have chest pain and difficulty breathing. Jeremiah then locked me in the house and placed me under 24-hour surveillance, even forbidding me from attending my father's birthday.

As memories of my past life flooded my mind, I clenched my teeth in hatred. Jeremiah had blatantly worn away the love I once had for him.

But at the thought of his power... I had to admit that the current me was no match for him, and there was also Jack making things worse.

I clenched my fist and vowed to stay away from Jeremiah in this life. I had to protect my parents and myself at all costs.

Yet I couldn't suppress my surging anger and shot back at him, "Are you saying there was no one around you who could've helped? Did it have to be you?"

last time, and this time, you got into a fight for her sake. What's next? Are they

roared as he

care of Elsa in the first place? And now, you're being paranoid and suspicious. What do you want

Elsa was why

interior design, and her qualifications matched Cornell Group, a company

wanted to help her. She was the frail sister I had grown

resented me and believed I was keeping her out of Brown Group on purpose

of the same family, I owned 10% of Brown

she was regarded as

trapped in a raging fire

as family harbor such twisted thoughts? What maid would

elite. I had always regarded her as my sister. Decisions