Sandi covered her face, her eyes swimming with tears.
“You hit me…” she choked out, her voice trembling, every word soaked in hurt.
Makiko hesitated, as if she wanted to explain herself, but then her tone snapped cold and sharp. “Sandi, you’re not a kid anymore. It’s time you learned to stand on your own. Your sister’s younger than you and she’s been handling things by herself for ages—she’s made my life so much easier. You? You’re only like this because you’ve been coddled too much.”
“In your eyes, all you care about is my sister. She’s your only real daughter, right? She’s perfect, and I’ll never measure up.” Sandi’s voice cracked, her tears threatening to spill over, her heart heavy with disappointment.
Makiko didn’t come over to comfort her like she used to. Her stare stayed icy, unmoved.
Sandi took a few steps back, fear prickling under her skin.
“My sister’s always out, always running around. School is just an excuse, isn’t it? Everything you have her do—it’s all illegal, isn’t it?” Sandi’s words shook, the thought almost too much to say out loud.
Her sister was two years younger, but always busy, always somewhere Sandi couldn’t reach.
A desperate idea flickered through Sandi’s mind—she had to find her sister, see for herself what was really going on.
Makiko’s glare hardened. “Sandi, don’t mess things up any more than you already have. Just worry about your own life. Stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
With that, Makiko spun on her heel and walked out.
Sandi crumpled to the floor, her face ashen, all the fight drained out of her.
Ever since what happened with Josefina, Sandi’s feelings for Makiko had completely changed. The closeness between them had vanished, leaving only cold distance.
Makiko, for her part, never thought something so simple could go so wrong. Sandi was supposed to take Josefina down, but she’d blown it—now Josefina had managed to come out on top, beating the odds.
…
Josefina was the name on everyone’s lips at school.
Oliver, her husband, heard about it right away.
George stood in front of him, scrolling through his phone and reading out the comments.
Mr. Marquez finally sat down, trying his best to look friendly.
“Josefina, is it true? Are you really planning to leave the University of Melbourne? Thinking about dropping out?”
Josefina blinked in surprise. “Why would you ask that?”
“I heard about your bet, and I was worried you might really be leaving. Just wanted to check in.”
Josefina smiled. “Wilson’s the one who made dropping out the stakes for the bet. But do you really think I’d lose?”
If she wasn’t absolutely sure of herself, she never would’ve agreed in the first place.
The mood lightened instantly. Mr. Marquez’s whole face lit up with relief.
“I knew you wouldn’t take on something you couldn’t win. I’m just glad you’re staying—this university wouldn’t be the same without you.”

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