From that day on, Linda started bringing fishballs for Chloe every morning. For Chloe, it wasn't really about whether they tasted good or not. In fact, she wasn't even particularly fond of fish. She just wanted Linda to feel comfortable accepting her help without any guilt. But, ironically, it turned into a huge burden for Chloe.
Chloe finally asked, "So, you think because I paid your tuition, you felt obligated to make fishballs for me? Was that such a huge humiliation that you started hating me?"
Chloe remembered that Linda brought her fishballs for about a month. After helping Linda move into the dorms, Chloe never had those fishballs again.
Linda shook her head, "No, I was genuinely happy, Chloe. Getting up at four in the morning to make fishballs for you was the happiest time of my high school years. I felt like I had something to offer you, not just a parasite living off your kindness."
Chloe frowned, "If that's true, then why did you turn against me later? Was it because of Lucas?"
If Linda hadn't harbored resentment since high school, it could only be Lucas. She'd betrayed Chloe to be with him, destroying their friendship in the process.
Linda shook her head, "You wouldn't understand, and maybe you never will, but I hope one day you do."
Chloe’s patience was wearing thin. "I don't have time for your riddles, but there's one thing I want to ask."
Linda looked at her, "What is it?"
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