“But I didn’t kill her!” Cecille sounded adamant. Yes, she did not tell those good for nothing to kill that ugly bitch. All she ever asked them to do was to take her and take lewd photos so she could send them anonymously to André. She was sure that if André saw those photos, he would be repulsed and find that ugly whore dirty and cancel his engagement. However, she also told them that they could do whatever they wanted with her after sending the photos. This meant that if those hired men raped and killed her, it had nothing to do with her. If the bitch died, it’s not her fault now, right? That was that ugly girl’s own bad luck! “I swear I didn’t ask those men to kill her!” she announced, just as the door to the hospital room suddenly swung open, and the mother and daughter pair were alarmed.

“These are all good,” Hanz commented as he placed all the papers he had checked back on the table. This was the second to the last week before school began, and so Hanz had given her a mock exam covering everything that he had taught her in the past month. Evie had wanted to study longer, but Francis insisted that she undergo physical therapy and spend the rest of the vacation relaxing. “Really?” Evie could not believe it. She was a good student, but she’s not a super genius that could ace all the subjects. She really worked hard in the past month. “Really,” Hanz assured her before giving her a naughty grin. “At least I’m sure you’re not going to be handing in blank test papers in the future.” “You—”

“Are you sure you’re feeling better?”Evie looked up from her phone to see her father’s worried face. Behind him was Liz and another helper from home who were busy packing her luggage. Today was the day she would be discharged from the hospital, a month and a half since she had been admitted.“Dad, you were here when the doctor checked me for the last time. There’s no problem with me anymore. Don’t worry,” she assured him.Liz then paused from what she was doing to give her husband a knowing glance.“Evely, you have to get used to your father’s nagging. He even wanted to buy you a helmet last night,” she said before letting out a chuckle.“A helmet? What

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, 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