“Welcome back Master, Madam, Young Miss!”
The servants lined up outside the house, by the steps leading to the front door were all beaming as they chorused their greetings. All eight of them wore pristine uniforms as they stood straight, waiting for their employers as they alighted from the car.
Francis and Liz looked at their staff in approval. The two of them already previously briefed the staff about their daughter’s condition. They were aware that Evely’s head injury caused her to lose some of her memories.
“As I’ve said, Evely is still recovering from her injuries. I hope you can all assist her in any way you can,” Francis said, and everyone answered in agreement.
Evie found this appeasing, as she really did not want to have
Evie was still smiling as she walked towards her room, only to freeze upon opening the door. Huh? Inside was… a unique space. Evie closed her eyes as she cursed the heavens. She had never been to Evely’s room before since she had been ferried to the hospital as soon as she arrived at the mansion previously. She had totally forgotten what Evely’s room looked like— that fake punk kid. The interior of the room was all black. Although there were fairy lights here and there, the huge posters of people with colored Mohawk hair and body piercings on the wall and other occult things were garish. It would have been fine if Evely really loved this motif. But Evie knew that Evely hated her own ugly room. She just maintained it to spite Liz’s aesthetics.
“Mom, are you going to buy something too?”Evie had already finished her purchases from the boutique. With the help of the shop assistants and her stepmother, Evie was able to quickly choose what she needed. She was not used to shopping, so it was nice to have Liz with her who was able to help her with her purchases.Liz shook her head.“I’m already done with shopping,” Liz answered as she took her hand and pulled her along.All their purchases were handed over to the driver who took the bags back into the car.“If you’re not buying anything, then where are we going?” she asked just as the two of them stopped in front of another boutique.
“Mom, that’s not it. I was just thinking that since I’m in my last year in high school, and the entrance exam for university is coming soon, I wouldn’t have time to attend functions,” Evie reasoned as she gave Liz a smile. “I see,” Liz murmured in understanding, before a bright smile plastered on her face. “Then let’s get the clothes, and just attend whenever you can,” she said, just as the manager returned with the bespoke collection. Although the boutique carried many different luxury brands, it also had a special local designer that was very popular in the country, called Mirage. Evie knew who the designer was. She was Lizbeth Morgan’s cousin and best friend, Mira Morgan. A sheepish smile appeared on Evie’s face. One of the people who hated Evely the most and did not bother hiding her hostility was the d
Evie felt heat in her chest that rushed up to her head and she blinked her eyes several times as she tried to understand what that was. Huh?She knew this sensation— she was familiar with this feeling. She was annoyed. But this was the first time she felt like doing something— anything to ease the irritation she was feeling. Her knuckles itched as if she was ready for a fight.No…Evie knew that this was Evely's usual reaction to her surroundings and not hers. She might be indifferent to others, but once provoked, she was like a loose firecracker. Someone would always end up in pain.However…Evie was not Evely. But the feeling of wanting to follow the urge to fight was strong. It was as if her body
Cousin? Evie blinked several times as she searched her inherited memories for this boy. But she could not remember him. Why? Evie found it odd. Then it occurred to her. Cole? There was only one Cole she could remember who was Liz’s relative. Cole Hall, Mira Morgan’s son. “I see,” Evie muttered to herself. She now realized why the boy looked familiar. She had seen that boy in the mirror and in Evely’s memories, but he was much older than he was now. It was no wonder she could not tell who he was at first. In Evely’s previous life, she did not meet him until Evely was twenty years old. When Mira Morgan returned to Altair with her son, she had met with Liz. They coincidentally
The House in Hampton Hills where the Hunts live was one of the villas situated on the main road leading to the chateau far ahead. However, even if it was on the main street, it was not noisy as the houses were mostly soundproofed. Also, Hampton Hills itself was a gated luxury subdivision that only cars registered by homeowners were allowed to enter. Guests could only come in after confirming with the house owners. To say that the security was very strict was not an exaggeration. Francis Hunt was considered as one of the wealthiest men in Altair. It was not a surprise that he was able to buy a villa in Hampton Hills. However, aside from his house, the man lived a very low profile life. Unlike the other wealthy families who flaunted their wealth, Francis bought high quality things but not as flamboyant. For instance, the cars in the Hunt family. The cars in the garage were mostly Volvos and Buick Regals. Al
“You… You’re kicking me out?”Evie looked at Sarah Knight’s dumbfounded expression and sneered.“Would you like me to say it again?” she asked, and Sarah was horrified.“But why?”Sarah’s voice was hoarse and indignant. Her eyes glared at Evie as if she was telling her how insolent she was and daring her to repeat what she said this time. Previously, whenever Evely had other ideas compared to her, this look would work as the young girl would always relent to her nanny. But Evie was not someone who cared about what Sarah thought at all.“Why?” Evie asked with a mocking expression as she walked towards the couch and sat like a queen. She was not perturbed
“Bitch this, bitch that— don’t you have other vocabulary words? No wonder Evely has a foul mouth.”Evie now realized who Evely got her fish-wife mouth from. If the nanny whom she spent more time with compared to her parents had a foul mouth, it was no wonder the charge would have it too. Evie who did not cuss in her previous life but now cussed like it’s her second language felt upset. If only the hag was not still useful, she’d have sealed her foul mouth forever.But no. Sarah Knight still had a purpose. In this world and in any other world, regardless whether people believed or not, karma existed. There would be pay back to everything a person did.“Darling, you’re speaking in the third person perspective again,” Liz reminded her worriedly, and Evie pursed her