Sophie parked at a junction and gazed at the traffic light's countdown, her mind swirling with cold resolve.'Vivienne, always using others as pawns, will soon face her own tactics turned against her. And Melissa, she's about to feel the sting of loss,; she mused.-For three consecutive nights, Melissa lay awake, haunted by the events from five years ago.The more she dwelled on it, the clearer it became. Sophie hadn't lied—she had truly been Vivienne's pawn.Fear and a sense of powerlessness overwhelmed her, especially recalling Sophie's menacing parting words. She avoided leaving her house, fearing Sophie’s retaliation."Honey, you've been out of sorts these days. Why don't you join me for a morning jog in the park? It might help you relax," Matthew suggested, clad in his usual understated gray sports gear and white sneakers."Go run if you want to. I'm too tired to even move," Melissa declined, her irritation evident as she turned away.Disappointed, Matthew sighed and left
"I recently moved to this area," the lively young woman replied. "I woke up early today and decided to come here for some fresh air. The air in the park is so much cleaner than the rest of the city. I feel like breathing it in might add a few more years to my life!"Her enthusiasm was infectious, dispelling Matthew's initial hesitation. "Yes, the park has an excellent environment. Running here rejuvenates me daily. May I know your name?"She hesitated before responding. "My name is Naomi.""Pleased to meet you, Naomi. Please, continue enjoying your book. I hope we meet again tomorrow."Naomi nodded and settled back on the grass.Matthew resumed his jogging, though he found himself glancing back several times.-At the apartment, Sophie prepared an extravagant breakfast. Glancing at the wall clock and noting it was 6:30 a.m., she took off her apron and entered Cherry's princess-themed room."Little sweetheart, still not up? Do you plan on being late on your first day of school?"
After cleaning her face, Cherry donned her pink backpack, her hair sporting a vibrant pink cherry clip. She was eager for her first day at the new school.-The usually busy roads were unexpectedly clear. In just about ten minutes, they arrived at Majora Primary School, marked by its gleaming golden signboard."Mommy, is that my new school?" Cherry asked excitedly."Yes. I also went to school here, which explains why I'm so outstanding," Sophie boasted, prompting an eye roll from Cherry.Cherry was about to deflate her mom's exaggerated self-praise when a familiar car parked at the school's entrance caught her eye.'It's the car from Mr. Church's place,' she mused."Mommy, you're really pushing the envelope for me. Don't worry. I'll study hard and always strive to do my best," Cherry said with determination, saluting her mother.She now understood what it meant to disgust oneself for the sake of others, seeing her mom's vivid interpretation. She owed it to her mom's sacrifice t
"Evander, I feel like going to the nearby mall. You can return to the office and carry on with your work. I'll take a cab home after shopping," Vivienne told Evander, who reluctantly agreed before driving off.After Evander's car vanished, Vivienne hailed a taxi. Instead of going to the mall, she instructed the driver to head towards Easton.-In the principal's office, Sophie introduced Cherry with a smile. "Mr. Levant, please take good care of this little one.""It's my pleasure. Sophie, your presence here truly delights me. Be assured, this child is intelligent and capable. She's sure to surpass us all.""Thank you for the compliment, Principal Levant. I'll do my best," Cherry replied, performing a polite bow that instantly charmed William Levant."Such a well-behaved child. I'll have her class teacher take her to the classroom right away.""Charity, remember to be good, okay?""Don't worry, Mommy, I'll be the best." With a cheeky grin, Cherry waved goodbye to her mother and
As Vivienne rang the doorbell, an elderly couple opened it. The woman’s face was streaked with tears."Who are you looking for, miss?" asked the old man."I need to see your son," Vivienne said, stepping into the cluttered home.Seeing Vivienne’s elegant attire, the woman hastily made way. "Son, a lady’s here to see you."A loud voice from the bedroom boomed. "Who dares to bother me? If she's got no money, tell her to scram!"The voice belonged to a haggard man who looked surprised upon seeing Vivienne. "Ms. Kerrigan?"Vivienne looked at the elderly couple."Could you give us a moment? I need to speak with Alfred in private," Vivienne requested, her gentle tone leaving no room for refusal.The elderly woman grasped Vivienne's arm tightly. "Miss, I implore you to convince my son to cease his gambling habits. Our family teeters on the edge of ruin," she pleaded tearfully, unaware that the seemingly compassionate woman before her was the one responsible for her son's downfall."R
Vivienne's sultry voice made Alfred's resolve waver. As he eyed the hefty amount promised, his heart raced with the prospect of clearing his debts and escaping his creditors' pursuit."Do I only need to deliver the child?" he asked."Yes, I'll handle the rest." Observing his crumbling willpower, Vivienne felt a surge of triumph. "So, do we have a deal?""Deal!" Alfred confirmed eagerly, envisioning the potential reversal of his fortunes with this deal."Excellent. Don't keep me waiting." Vivienne was disgusted by the filthy room, so she did not linger a second longer and walked out.-Cherry's first day at Majora Primary School was a whirlwind of excitement. The teacher was kind, and there were handsome boys in her class. She even gained a little admirer as a deskmate, who kept stuffing her with chocolates and lollipops during breaks, quickly establishing a strong bond.By lunchtime, Cherry was pleasantly full."Cherry, you didn’t tell me the answer to that riddle from earlier,
"It's sad to see that third grader being bullied continuously. Actually, he seems quite pitiable. I’ve never seen him with friends, always alone," Reyna muttered sympathetically as they strolled.Cherry abruptly stopped, her hands balling into fists in her pockets. "Tristan!""Exactly, that's his name. Cherry, you really are a genius." Reyna remarked, oblivious to the conflict in Cherry’s eyes."People often pity the despicable. Bullies, in a way, can be seen as crusaders against wickedness," Cherry commented, recalling Tristan's deceit and his mother's vile schemes."I-Is that so?" Reyna asked, pushing her glasses up. She considered Cherry's words as profound insight.Losing her appetite over the unpleasant encounter, Cherry looked uninterestedly at the beautifully plated meal in front of her."Why aren't you eating, Cherry?" Reyna asked, thoroughly consuming her codfish for better brain development."Not hungry. I’ll wait outside for you." Cherry pushed her tray toward Reyna a
"Ow!" The boy winced in pain.Cherry took a step back, eyeing the bully. "Your family runs a clothing business, right?""How do you know?" the bully asked, surprised. His family indeed owned a garment factory."I also know that with just a slight push from a certain Carlson, your family’s business could crumble, leaving you without even clothes on your back."The bully scoffed. "You think you can scare me?" "Well, if you dare to hit him, then when tomorrow your dad jumps off a building because his business collapsed, and your mom leaves you to escape debt, you'll remember I wasn’t just scaring you," Cherry replied, her sweet face turning cold.Despite being significantly shorter, she dominated the scene with her presence.The boy’s bravado faded, replaced by fear. He did not want to end up homeless.After glaring at Tristan still on the ground, he grumbled, "Lucky day for you, brat. But watch out next time!"He and his companions then left.Cherry glanced at Tristan still on