The future could wait. After all, Noelle would never again rely on anyone to get by. No one could affect her as long as she remained independent.
The next day, Noelle returned to the school dorms. There was a familiar pouch on her desk.
Grace peeked her head out. "Someone dropped this off for you. I peeked inside, and it looked like cosmetics. Don't tell me it's from that Greene guy again?"
After all, he had sent gifts like this before. Noelle picked it up. Sure enough, it was the ointment Carl had given her last night.
She wasn't sure if it was the same formula as in her past life, but she paled when she opened it. The scent was identical to the one she knew all too well from her last life.
But that ointment was only created after they had experimented on her face. That was how the formula was developed. None of that had happened in this life. So, how could he have created the exact same product?
Noelle's mind went blank. Mia came over. "Noelle, what's wrong? You look really pale."
Grace sniffed it. "It smells alright. Don't you like it?"
Noelle abruptly set the bottle down on the desk. She pulled out a wet wipe and cleaned her fingers while staring at the ointment. "I'm not really a fan."
Just smelling it reminded her of the torture in her past life.
"Then don't use it," Grace said as she capped the bottle. "Noelle, you don't look well. Is it an allergic reaction? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
"No. It's fine," Noelle said.
She sat in her chair and at the bottle. Her emotions were in turmoil. She felt like more and more things were slipping out of her control. What was going on?



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