Chapter 2

I was speechless at the system for being so 'friendly' in checking on me like that.

The ward door was opened from the outside, and my father brought Zac into the ward. The boy had delicate features. At first glance, he looked well-behaved. His slightly droopy puppy eyes looked at me timidly, making him seem just like a newborn pup—helpless and innocent.

How adorable! How could I bear to bully him?

My father said, "Zac heard that you were awake and wanted to see you."

Not only was he adorable, but he was also well-behaved! Zac was totally my type! However, I could not show it. I had to bully him. This world was really unkind to me.

I was crying inwardly while showing a cold expression and glaring at him, sending him a signal that I was not to be trifled with.

Zac looked completely confused, blinking and even innocently smiling at me.

I was speechless.

He was so cute, too cute! However, I could not break character. I could not be friendly to him.

I clenched my fists tightly, desperately suppressing the urge to smile. Like a spoiled heiress in novels, I haughtily said, "You, come here and get me a glass of water."

The little boy came trotting over and poured me a glass of water. "Nova, have some water."

I did not want to be charmed by his cuteness, but he called me by my name.

I was practically dying trying to hold it in, but I still had to stay in character. Thus, I glared at him and snapped, "Don't call me Nova. Call me 'Ms. Vettel!"

Perhaps frightened by my fierce appearance, Zac flinched and nodded timidly.

Because of my rude behavior, I got a lecture from my parents.

Thankfully, I managed to maintain my villainous persona.

Maintaining a persona against your will was not easy, especially when the person you were bullying was an adorable little boy.

My parents thought I must have hit my head. Their usually kind and gentle daughter had turned into a spoiled, overbearing brat the moment she was around Zac.

No one understood my agony.

Sometimes, I just could not resist giving Zac a friendly smile, and then either a hornet's nest would fall from a tree and hit me on the head, or I would suddenly trip and fall flat on my face. Several times, I would even be struck by sudden lightning, nearly killing me.

I had to bully Zac. Sometimes, I arrogantly ordered him around to serve me tea and water; other times, I deliberately played pranks on him and made him take the blame.

Zac's personality was incredibly well-mannered when he was little. He never once lost his temper with me, and he obediently let me do whatever I wanted.

This made me feel even more guilty, so I would subtly get my parents to care for him after each time I bullied him.

Luckily, my parents were very loving toward him in the original story, so this did not seem to violate the character setting.

Ten years passed, and under my vicious exploitation, Zac had gradually changed from being soft and lovable to aloof and silent. It perfectly matched the novel's character setting.

I did not think my petty bullying would make Zac hold a grudge against me when he grew up. At most, he would just dislike me. I figured he would go to college, meet the female protagonist, and start the original plot. Once my family went bankrupt, I could run away abroad!

However, when man proposed, God disposed. When Zac was in his first year of high school, which was my senior year, one of the boys I was close to heard I disliked Zac for some reason. To curry favor with me, they started bullying him, claiming it was to get revenge for me.