The Good Girl's Revenge novel Chapter 2

"I agree."

She had been in prison for three painful years. If she returned to that nightmarish place, she believed that she would die there in less than a year.

So she had to leave there anyway. Even if the outside world was full of thorns and danger, it was better than dying quietly in that dark place.

"It's fine if you agree. I'll arrange for you to get your marriage license tomorrow. Are you okay with that?"

Meredith was surprised at his eagerness, but she didn't care about this kind of thing. "No problem. It's up to you."

Seeing that Meredith cooperated, senior Mr. Xavier nodded and went back to the study, where Derek's mother, Violet, was already waiting.

Violet was anxious and helpless. She said after seeing senior Mr. Xavier, "Dad, do you really agree with that kind of woman to marry Derek?"

Senior Mr. Xavier nodded without a doubt. "It's settled."

"But how could Derek marry that kind of woman? Even if he is unconscious, it won't be difficult for him to marry a girl from a decent family. This woman is the main culprit for hurting Derek and has been in prison. How could she be worthy?"

"It's all settled. Besides... A woman like her is easy to handle. If she is really useless, we can deal with her at that time."

With that, senior Mr. Xavier drove Violet away. He looked at spirited Derek in the family photo and sighed.

Derek had been unconscious because of a car accident for three years, and his body had already recovered. However, he just did not wake up. The Xavier Family had found many famous doctors at home and abroad, but they were all helpless.

Not long ago, a fortune-teller said that a woman born at a certain time might bring Derek good luck and that woman was Meredith.

This was probably their fate.

...

Meredith was arranged to go to another room. There was already a clean set of clothes on the bed. She walked over and stroked the fine fabric on the clothes, feeling desolate in her heart.

It had been a while since she wore such clean, unbroken clothes.

After taking a bath and changing into clean clothes, Meredith stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself.

The woman in the mirror was only twenty-one years old, as young and fresh as a flower. But Meredith's eyes had long lost the innocence and hope that they should have at this age,  having only vicissitudes and hatred left, which could not be washed away.