My best friend was Rachel Parker. After her family went bankrupt, I begged my dad to support her and even took the initiative to let her move into my house. I didn’t expect that she would live the life of a young lady in my family. Rachel still arrogantly treated me as a maid, arbitrarily instructed me, rolled her eyes, and scolded me. “If it weren’t for your pity, who would want to be your friend? “So what if you support me? You have money, and isn’t this what you should do? And you will also get a reputation as a philanthropist.” Later, she coveted my family’s property and teamed up with my boyfriend, Yves Whitman, to push me off the mountain and kill me. He once comforted and cared for my parents in front of them, always accompanying them, and finally recognized them as godparents as he wished. Opening my eyes again, I returned to university shortly after the start of the semester. Rachel showed off her shopping order on Facebook and in the group and then asked me to pay for it. I smiled indifferently, “Aren’t you a young lady in Sollke? Why can’t you even afford a bag worth 100,000 dollars?” On the first day of entering university, Rachel became famous throughout the university. Just because she sent the message in the freshman group: [Does our university have a helipad? My home is far away, so my parents arranged a helicopter to bring me here.] Finished sending this, Rachel received countless ridicule, and many students accused her of being pretentious in establishing her persona. But she didn’t care and transferred nearly 10,000 dollars to everyone in the group, thus earning the title of wealthy lady. Rachel casually booked a private room at a restaurant for an average of 4,999 dollars per person while our roommates were planning to go out for dinner together. Facing the admiring gazes of our two roommates, she said perfunctorily, “It’s okay. This little money is not even enough for me to buy a pair of shoes.” Our roommates were even more excited. But Rachel took advantage of their inattention, came over, lowered her voice, and said, “Transfer me 20,000 dollars. “I have spent all my living expenses this month. Can you ask your dad to give me more money next month?” It was at this moment that I realized that I was reborn. Rachel, who was in front of me, seemed annoyed that I didn’t answer, and there was anger in her low voice. “Ellie Collins, are you deaf? I ask you to transfer money but you didn’t understand, right? Why are you pretending?” As Rachel’s family went bankrupt, her parents owed tens of millions of dollars in debt and were almost unable to pay even her tuition. I felt sorry for her, so I asked my father to support her and specifically requested the school to arrange for us to stay in the same dormitory. In her previous life, in order to maintain her image as a young lady, she always spent money recklessly outside. Rachel casually bought bags worth tens of thousands of dollars. Before clicking to pay, she took a screenshot, posted it on Facebook and in the group to show off, and then ordered me to pay. Sometimes, as I transferred money slowly, I would get a scolding from Rachel. “Is your arm broken? Why does it take so long to transfer money? Ellie, are you unwilling to give me the money? “Okay, if you don’t give me money, then we can’t even be friends anymore. Get out of here as soon as you can.” Considering our years of relationship, I could only sigh and agree to all of her requests. But I didn’t expect that she would actually covet my family’s property. After teaming up with Yves and accidentally falling to my death during a trip, Rachel cried more miserably in front of my parents than anyone else. This made them shake their heads in regret, marveling at how good our relationship was. It took two years for her to become my parents’ goddaughter. Rachel also inherited my family company as she wished and became a true wealthy lady. With the blessings of my parents, relatives, and friends, she and Yves got married. I died in the damp and cold mountain, my rotting body covered with moss, and I could not rest in peace. Now reborn, of course, I would not continue to be the kind fool in the eyes of others like in my previous life. As Rachel frowned and called my name with anger in her voice, I deliberately showed a puzzled expression. “Ms. Parker, if you don’t have living expenses, just ask your parents for it. Why do you want me to transfer money to you? “So, am I your mother?”
Rachel was determined to save face, even deliberately lowering her voice to the lightest when asking for money just now. Now, I was not hiding my voice at all, causing unease and tension to appear on her face. Subconsciously, she turned her head to look at my two roommates and saw that they were confused but didn’t ask any further questions. Then, Rachel grabbed my wrist tightly and threatened, “Why are you talking so loudly? Are you trying to embarrass me? “If you embarrass me, I will never be friends with you again, no matter how much you beg me!” Because of my experience of being bullied in high school, I paid special attention to Rachel. Regardless of whether she did anything wrong or not, if she used this threat, I would promise to apologize to her immediately. She had been using this trick for three years and had already mastered it. It was a pity that I was no longer the same as I was in my previous life. Staring at the strange looks from the other two roommates, I didn’t respond to her threat and shook off her hand. “Aren’t you the wealthy lady in Sollke, Rachel? Why do you want me to give you even 20,000 dollars? “If you don’t have money, don’t pretend to be a wealthy lady. What’s wrong with you having to act like that?” She was stunned. After all, Rachel hadn’t paid the bill for the private room in the restaurant where we had dinner. Over the past few years, I had been her ATM machine for taking whatever she wanted. Suddenly, I stopped transferring money to her, which made Rachel very anxious. And those two roommates had long been blinded by her wealthy persona and were determined to be her most loyal bootlicker. In my previous life, I did not know how many times they excluded and isolated me at Rachel’s suggestion. As they saw me targeting her, they couldn’t stand it and immediately showed expressions of disgust. “Ellie, have you read too many romantic novels and thought you are the wealthy lady?” “If you have delusions, go get treatment. Don’t bother Rachel. She’s the one who treated us to this meal today. If you have the guts, don’t eat it.” As they said this, they pushed me away and rolled their eyes at me. “You spend her money and still scold her. Ellie, you are such an ungrateful person.” It was clearly my roommates who said those insults to me, but they were all directed at Rachel. Her face turned awkward. Rachel wanted to speak up for me when our roommates were targeting me. But I interrupted her in time. I smiled, “Okay, I won’t join the dinner party today. Just have fun.” Then, I turned around and walked out of the restaurant quickly. Even Rachel didn’t react. Later, she called me several times, but I ignored her. As I walked further away, I could still hear our two roommates deliberately raising their voices to speak ill of me. “Rachel, you are just too nice. But she is an ungrateful person and will never remember your kindness!” She clearly knew whether it was a favor or a hate. I took a taxi back to school, and halfway through, countless calls popped up on my phone, all from Rachel. I blacklisted all her contact information and watched videos leisurely in the dormitory. However, less than half an hour after I returned to the dormitory, with a beep, Rache and the others also came back. Compared to the bright smile on her face before going out, Rachel’s gloomy expression made me feel even happier at this moment. I even deliberately provoked her and showed a puzzled expression. “Why are you back so soon? Is the food not tasty?” My roommate, Amy Brooks, let out a loud scoff. “The food is delicious, but we also need to be able to afford it. “How could Ms. Parker do things like this? She said she wanted to treat us, but in the end, it became a Dutch treatment.” Rachel was very angry and had a bad temper, so she slapped Amy in the back. “Who do you think you are? How dare you be so sarcastic to me? “My family is much richer than yours. Believe it or not, I will make sure you can’t survive in the university!”
Amy was not a good-tempered person either. Amy gave in to Rachel before because she thought Rachel was a lady from some wealthy family who came to live on campus to experience life. As a result, Rachel had to pretend to be a wealthy lady, but she couldn’t come up with much money. As she was exposed, she became angry and embarrassed. Amy also got angry and grabbed Rachel’s hair and started wrestling with her. I was just taking advantage of the situation. While pretending to stop the fight, I secretly kicked Rachel several times. Her only pair of brand-name shoes was covered with footprints. As Amy finally let go, Rachel’s noble and elegant look as a wealthy lady had long disappeared. There were traces of blood on her delicately made-up face, and her hair and clothes were messy. She gritted her teeth and glared at us fiercely. “You’re ganging up on me, right? Wait, this isn’t over yet!” Rachel was the first to file a complaint and called the teacher, saying that we were bullying her. As she went to the teacher’s office, quite a few students saw her. In the freshman group, where messages were scrolling rapidly, a girl suddenly appeared. She said that she saw Rachel in the teacher’s office. [Her eyes are red, and she seems to be bullied by someone.] [Isn’t she a wealthy lady? How dare someone bully her?] It was hard to say whether anyone dared to bully Rachel. But right after these messages, another message popped up asking which building and which room the teacher’s office was located in. It was my boyfriend, Yves. His tone was extremely anxious, urging the girl to reply quickly. As she called out the office number, he fell silent as if he had already left halfway. When we first arrived at the teacher’s office, we saw Yves come over panting, and his eyes fixed on Rachel. Finishing making sure she was okay, he saw me and frowned. I stood leisurely by and watched them exchange glances. In my previous life, I must have been blind and mentally ill to think there was nothing wrong with them. I also believed that he took special care of Rachel. Yves even explained it to me as he peeled the prawn for her personally. “Isn’t she your good friend? Then, it’s only right that I treat her well.” The teacher coughed at the right time. “You are Rachel’s roommates, right? Did you know that she wants to change dormitory?” Before Amy and I could answer, Yves asked first, “Why did she change the dormitory? Was she bullied?” Amy rolled her eyes snidely. Rachel’s eyes were red. She looked at me cautiously at first, then shook her head, her voice soft and aggrieved. “No, they didn’t bully me.” Hypocrisy filled the entire office. But Yves couldn’t see it. His eyes were full of heartache, and he sighed deeply, “Rachel, you are just too kind.” He stood in front of her like a protector and ordered me to apologize to her. “Ellie, Rachel is kind-hearted, so she asked her parents to support you for so many years. “I didn’t expect you to be such an ungrateful person, repaying her kindness with hatred!” As this crime was brought against me, not only me but also Amy was dumbfounded. I looked at Yves, who had an angry face, and then at Rachel, who was hiding behind him with a smug look on her face. I couldn’t help but sneer. Because of his protection, I couldn’t slap her. Then, I had to settle for the next best thing and slap Yves. As he looked at me with his hands covering his face in disbelief, I took out my cell phone and called my dad. Then, the call was connected. Seeing Rachel’s pale face, I slowly called out, “Dad.” My dad responded. There was sarcasm in his deep voice. “It’s really interesting. I have been supporting Rachel for more than ten years. I didn’t expect that in other people’s eyes, my daughter was the one being supported.”
As Rachel heard what my father said, her eyes changed again and again, and she rushed over and snatched my phone. She saw the call-in-progress display on the screen. Then, Rachel glared at me with her eyes as if they were filled with poison and forced a flattering smile. “Mr. Collins, don’t believe what Ellie said. We were just joking.” This kind of talk might be enough to fool a brainless person like Yves, but how could a shrewd man like my father believe it? I did not know what my father said, but Rachel’s lips became pale. She bit her lips and took a long time to utter the word “okay”. As soon as she hung up the phone, Yves’s question came one after another. He frowned and asked, “Rachel, what happened? Why do you look so unhappy? “Also, aren’t you Ms. Parker? Ellie is just a poor student sponsored by your family. How dare she talk to you like that?” I knew it a long time ago. Rachel never told others that it was my parents who sponsored her. Instead, she said that she sponsored me. Due to Rachel’s kindness, I could get into the car that arranged to pick us up and drop us off during the holidays. Her friends had mocked me with jealousy and envy countless times. They thought that I was so lucky to have Rachel’s support. She hinted several times that I was dissatisfied with her and even stole the gifts her parents gave me. Then, her friends accused me, and the abusive words were like a wave, drowning me completely. [You ungrateful bastard! Rachel is so good to you, but you actually harmed her. You are such a piece of shit.] [Ellie, how come you don’t even understand what it means to be a bootlicker?] [People like you who don’t know how to be grateful should die sooner!] I explained it and also wanted to prove that I was the one who actually funded her. I wanted to tell them that Rachel was not the so-called rich lady at all. I was the one. But as they looked at the evidence I produced, the malice in their eyes became even more obvious. [What’s the point of using your wallet balance and these brand-name items as proof? They must have been bought for you by Rachel.] [Even if you really bought it yourself, we don’t even know where the money came from. It’s dirty and disgusting!] If it weren’t for this massive cyber violence, I might not agree with Rachel’s proposal to go traveling with her to relax. Nor would I die at the foot of the mountain and slowly stop breathing. I didn’t listen carefully to her explanation to Yves in a panic. I just glanced at my phone and saw it was a message from my family driver. He said he still had half an hour to arrive at my university. The teacher also received a call. She answered with a strange look on her face, bent down, wrote two leave requests, and handed them to me. “Your family contacted the school and said something happened at home. I have already written you a note for leave.”
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