She pulled out two bank cards and handed one to me and one to Olivia Bennett.
“This is your allowance for the month.”
But Olivia’s card had $100,000, and mine only $50,000.
“Why do I only get fifty?” I asked, displeased.
Richard Bennett’s voice was cold.
“Because you’re devious and not worth a single strand of Olivia’s hair.”
I clenched my teeth.
Fine. If that’s how they wanted it, I’d take the rest myself.
I tucked the card safely into my bag. This was enough to get Grandma Grace a full medical check-up.
Margaret sighed.
“On the 20th of next month, Olivia will turn eighteen. We’ve decided to hold your official ‘return to the family’ banquet on the same day—two happy occasions at once.”
It seemed they’d forgotten that day was also my birthday.
In my last life, I’d been humiliated beyond belief on that day.
I was going to refuse, but then an amusing idea came to mind, and I smiled in agreement.
When the time came, I’d give them a surprise they’d never forget.
The Bennetts transferred me to a new school, but I didn’t bother going.
In my previous life, desperate for approval, I had obediently followed Olivia to school—
Only to be isolated and bullied under her lead, missing the best window for Grandma Grace’s treatment.
Ignoring my injuries, I patched myself up, took the money, and went straight back to my hometown to bring Grandma to the city for treatment.
By the time she was settled, it was already evening.
When I returned to the Bennett house, Ethan was proudly reporting Olivia’s grades to our parents.
“Olivia improved a lot in her last practice SAT—already above the threshold for top universities. If she keeps it up, her actual score will be great.”
Richard grinned from ear to ear, his eyes full of pride for Olivia.
The moment I walked in, their smiles vanished.
Olivia hurried over, grabbing my hand with fake concern.
“Madison, why did you skip school today?”
“There’s only a week until the SATs. Even if your grades aren’t great, you shouldn’t just give up. I can tutor you.”
“Mom and Dad care most about our academics—you can’t embarrass them.”
In my last life, when she found out I’d already been offered early admission to Harvard, she had her little clique torment me until I was half-dead, tore up my acceptance letter, and threatened me into silence.
I yanked my hand away and said mockingly,
“All that one-on-one tutoring and you barely scraped past the cutoff?”
“You really are slow.”