Chapter 2

In that instant, the nurse's expression shifted instantly, her gaze turning to Wendy and her tone sharpening with tension while questioning. "Your friend has a penicillin allergy? You were insisting on administering penicillin to your friend! Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"

Wendy's eyes were brimming with tears as she tugged on my sleeve aggrievedly. "Did I do something wrong, Yvonne? Why are you being so mean to me? I was just trying to help you get well in time for tomorrow's SAT…"

I would have certainly consoled her in the past, but in this life, I merely retorted coldly, "Do you really think you're a child, or do you just have trouble following simple instructions, Wendy?

"I told you repeatedly about my penicillin allergy, yet you still told the medical staff to administer it to me. Do you actually want me dead, Wendy?"

Wendy cried as she asked, "Why are you being so mean to me, Yvonne? I was only trying to help you."

It was then that Christian, my boyfriend, walked in. He looked at the crying Wendy with pure distress before turning to me, his voice laced with annoyance. "What is it this time, Yvonne? You've frightened Wendy into tears!"

I shook with fury and slapped Christian hard across the face. "You should stop making a fool of yourself if you can't use that brain of yours! Wendy attempted to murder me, and yet she's the one sobbing before I've even contacted the police! Is that how the world works now—whoever cries the loudest is the victim?"

Christian's expression froze for a moment, managing a strained smile after hearing the nurse's explanation.

"I've misunderstood you, Yvonne. You know how Wendy is like a sister to me. She's as innocent as a child and easily intimidated. That's the only reason why I assumed you were being mean to her after seeing her cry, Yvonne."

He then grabbed my hand and continued, "That's enough fussing, Yvonne. Wendy came here with good intentions to look after you, so you should make amends with her after upsetting her. She's been wanting that new Chanel handbag lately, so she'll forgive you if you get it for her, Yvonne."

I stared in shock, my eyes widening. I had done nothing and was already being blamed for bullying Wendy, who had nearly cost me my life, and on top of that, I was expected to buy her a handbag to appease her. I had never seen anyone so shameless before.

Wendy nodded and fixed me with a deliberately naive look. "You were the one who yelled at me and hurt my feelings, but I'm still willing to forgive you if you buy me that Chanel handbag, Yvonne."

Christian nudged me lightly before I could even respond. "Wendy is being so understanding, so you should just hurry up and agree to it, Yvonne."

I felt a dull ache in my chest from the sheer anger.

"You've got to be kidding me! Wendy almost killed me by telling the medical staff to use a drug I'm allergic to! That's attempted murder! I haven't even pressed charges, yet you still want me to buy her a handbag to get back in her good graces! You both have a lot of nerve!"

Christian's expression immediately soured after hearing that.

"Wendy went out of her way to be here at the hospital for you, Yvonne! Instead of thanking her, you pick on her just because you know she won't fight back? And now you refuse to even get her the handbag to make up for it? You're being incredibly selfish, Yvonne!"

I took out my phone and called the emergency line. "If you're so sure I bullied Wendy, let's have the police handle this. I'd like to see which one carries a heavier sentence—Wendy for trying to kill me, or me for yelling at her.

"I guess none of us will be making it to the exams tomorrow. I don't really care, though, since my family is wealthy enough to send me abroad to study regardless. You two, however, will be stuck waiting for another year for the SAT."

Christian, intimidated by my threat, instantly grabbed Wendy, saying, "Let's get out of here, Wendy. There's no point wasting our time on someone this ungrateful."