"Alma, we truly want to help your sister, but she seems so ungrateful."
"Oh, I remember now, didn’t Mrs. Collins say it just yesterday? She’s an ingrate, no matter how nice everyone is to her, it’s all in vain."
"Alma, it just came to me, the last time you were seriously hurt, wasn’t it because she was scheming behind your back?"
"It must have been her. That’s why you’ve only just recovered to go shopping with us."
"She’s the one who had people beat you up."
Upon hearing this, a sense of dread washed over Serena. She pressed the switch on her wheelchair to flee, only to be kicked back into place by Alma.
"Alma, what the heck do you want?!" Serena was downright furious now.
"Well, when they threw you out, I didn’t get the chance to properly say goodbye."
Serena suddenly felt scared.
"Looks like today’s your lucky day, Alma. The stars have aligned to hear your prayers. She’s not going anywhere fast, and we’ll help you out. It’s the perfect opportunity for some quality sister time."
"Yeah, it’s been ages since you’ve seen each other; there’s got to be so much you want to talk about."
Two of the friends each grabbed one of Serena’s arms, while a third opened the door to the fire escape, and the fourth pushed the wheelchair, steering Serena into the stairwell.
"What are you doing? This is a mall. Ah. Alma! You bunch of little witches, how dare you."
Serena’s screams of anger echoed through the stairwell.
After withdrawing some money, Dora returned to find Serena gone, and she urgently asked Octavia,
"Where’s my lady?"
Octavia, who had been lounging on a trendy bench by the elevator, gracefully stood up, took the money from Dora, and said without expression, "She ran into some old friends and went to the stairwell to catch up."
Old friends catching up in the stairwell?
With a sinking feeling, Dora hurried to the fire escape door.
What she saw horrified her: Serena lay crumpled with the wheelchair toppled over her. She was crying and unable to get up.
The so-called old friends were nowhere to be seen.
Only Serena was left alone in the stairwell!
"Serena."
Dora rushed down to help her up.
Had someone actually dumped garbage on her?
Dora tried to help her up, but touching her anywhere only made her shriek in pain.
Her clothes were stamped with footprints.
Looking at Serena’s hair, it seemed damp; the blood had been coming from there.
Dora was petrified and quickly pulled out her phone to dial Martin’s number.
"Sir, it’s horrible, there’s been an accident! Serena’s badly hurt, you must come quickly."
Elsewhere.
Ever since Rosemary’s identity was revealed, the number of guests visiting had surged, and Reflections Villa was bustling for days on end.
That day, a couple breezed through the front door, showering Rosemary with compliments from head to toe.
"Rose, these sweet-talkers are Gustave and Odelia," Louisa said with a beaming smile, "They’re our family’s business partners; we have been working together for over a decade."
Rosemary caught on quickly, greeting them politely, "Hello Gustave, hello Odelia."
"My, what a sweet child, not only beautiful and with a lovely voice! You two hit the jackpot with her—she’s absolutely perfect!"
Odelia, all smiles, rummaged through her bag and pulled out two cards, insisting on giving them to Rosemary.
"Odelia, you’re too kind. Rose’s all grown up now."
"This is just a token of our affection from Gustave and me; please accept it."
"Rose, since it’s a gesture from Gustave and Odelia, you should take it."


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