“What? You thought Bridget would save you? Freya, let me tell you something. You actually had a chance to escape yesterday.”
“What... what do you mean? Explain it to me!” Freya grabbed Sylvia’s arm and shook it violently.
Sylvia yanked her arm free and said coldly, “First chance, I refused to let you take the key card, but you were too eager for a shortcut, so you sneaked it away.”
“Second, Bridget was right in front of me, and she didn’t even notice you were gone. If she cared about you even a little bit, she would have noticed something was wrong and had time to stop you.”
“Third, my room wasn’t isolated. There were guests on either side. All you had to do was shout, and someone would come to your rescue. But you were too scared of being discovered as not me, so you kept quiet.”
“Freya, isn’t this the bed you made for yourself?”
Hearing this, Freya’s eyes, once red with anger, turned ashen, and she collapsed onto the ground like a fallen autumn leaf.
Sylvia turned her back.
Behind her, Freya spoke with a bitter edge, “I used to think we were the same. I was the one my parents didn’t love, and you were the stepchild. But when your mom and stepdad came to school, I realized how wrong I was.”
Sylvia frowned at that. Naomi and Edwin Garcia only appeared at school together to help her with her bags at the end of the term. Even then, she would always remind Naomi to dress modestly.
She didn’t want anyone gossiping about her background.
So, nobody at school knew about her connection to Edwin; they only knew her mom had remarried.
Maybe that’s why people felt sorry for her when they saw her working part-time jobs.
But what was wrong with that?
Freya lamented, “They’re so good to you. Your mom may complain, but she climbs up and down to tidy up your dorm with such care.”
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