How could they possibly call it even?
Wendy stared at Serena's retreating back, just like when they were kids.
Serena had stood there, neat and proper, speaking confidently to the village chief about sponsoring her. Meanwhile, Wendy was dressed in filthy clothes, small and helpless.
They were about the same age, but their lives couldn't have been more different.
The village kids used to bump into Wendy's arm and smear mud on her face with a scowl.
"Do you really think that getting sponsored makes you a princess like her? My mom says you'll always be a peasant!"
"Do you think you're lucky? My grandma says the rich folks just needed a pity case to feel good about themselves."
"Look at her. She's so pretty, just like a fairy. You're just a filthy kid crawling out of the mud. Do you really think someone is gonna be kind enough to give you a good life?"
The kids' mocking voices from the past echoed through time, crawling back into her ears like they never left.
Wendy bit down on her lip until all color drained from it, whispering under her breath, "No one is born a princess or a peasant. Serena, I'm not here to make you look good. You ruined me first. How could I just watch you live happily ever after…"
She rambled incoherently, her gaze settling on a few stray cat hairs scattered across the floor.
Suddenly, Wendy sneered. She wouldn't dare go after Hugh or the Jansen Group. But wasn't Serena's weakness that precious kitten?
…
Meanwhile, Serena still had to juggle her job. Snuggle also needed regular check-ups at the pet hospital. With her packed schedule, she'd hired a temporary staff to help out.
The warm sunshine gave way to drizzling rain.
The persistent gloom had been blanketing the city. As Serena stepped out of the conference room, Alicia rushed over the moment she saw her.
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