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The next day at school, I said Tiffany was
taking a long break.
When it was my turn to erase the board,
Ethan saw the bracelet on my wrist and
helped me.
A week passed. On Friday, the driver said he
wouldn’t be there to pick me up after school.
I had a feeling something would happen, so I
turned on the voice recorder on my prone
and started walking.
Sure enough, some thugs blocked my way in
an alley. They were looking at me and
smirking.
I’d seen the leader before. He was Tiffany’s
boyfriend, the king of the school.
Last time, he told his thugs to rip my clothes
while Tiffany stood over me. I was saved
when a kind person called the cops.
This time, he said, “Tiffany said to do
whatever you want with her. Just take some
pictures and send them to the Johnsons.”
I gave them a look, then reached into my
pocket and dialed the cops.
After calling, I picked up an iron bar. “You can
beg me to let you go before the cops get
here.”
I’d been practicing martial arts for over six
months.
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Ethan ran in with some
Before I could move, Ethan ran in with some
people. His bodyguards pinned the thugs to
the ground. The cops showed up and arrested
them.
When I was at the police station, I asked
Ethan, “How did you find me?”
Ethan frowned and looked at my hands.
“Someone said some guys were hassling a
girl in a green bracelet in the alley. I knew it
was you.”
He saw that my hands weren’t hurt and said,
“Don’t use rusty bars when you fight. You’ll
get tetanus.”
I went silent and talked to the cops.
I played the recording on my phone. The thug
was very clear.
My parents were called in. My dad heard the
recording and his face turned pale.
After hearing it, my dad went home. My mom
stayed to handle everything else.
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thugs a heavy sentence.
My mom and I went home. She was quiet for
a while. Finally, she said, “Grace, Tiffany is
your sister…”
I smirked and didn’t answer.
When we got home, Tiffany wasn’t there. My dad was sitting on the couch.
I said to my mom in front of my dad, “I’m not
prosecuting Tiffany because she’s my sister.
I’m doing it because she’s a Smith.”
My dad was happy. He looked at me with
approval.
I smiled and lowered my head. “I’m going to
go rest.”
My dad was about status, my mom was a
moron, and Tiffany was selfish.
My dad cared about the Smiths. It was more
important than me being hurt. I was helping
the Smiths by forgiving Tiffany.
My mom cared about her kids After Ryan
My mom cared about her kids. After Ryan died, Tiffany was the only thing that mattered to her. At least for now, I forgave Tiffany and saved her from going to jail.
As for Tiffany, the only reason I forgave her
was because I couldn’t use it as an
opportunity to destroy her completely.
The next day, I went to the police station. I
stood in front of the thug and asked, “What
do I have to do to get you to let this go?”
I had given Tiffany her forgiveness, but not
him.
He looked angry. “Tiffany came up with this!
Why am I suffering?”
He was supposed to leave the country next
month, and getting arrested had messed up
his plans.
I smiled. “Yang, I heard you got into State
University. That’s great! What if I wrote the
teachers at State and told them you got
arrested? Would they still want you?”
He got scared. “What do you want? Please
don’t mess with me.”
I smiled. “I heard you like to record your life.”
He froze. I said, “Was my sister in any of your
videos?”
I had heard rumors.
Before my surgery, Ethan and Tiffany were
about to get engaged. Then Yang showed up
and sent my dad a fifteen–second video.
It was a video of Tiffany and him..
My dad screamed at Tiffany for three weeks.
Then he bought the video from Yang for thirty
million dollars.
Yang didn’t want to give it up. I said, “The
Johnsons have evidence that your dad didn’t
pay taxes. You have two options.
“One, give me the video, and I’ll forgive you.
You can leave the country.
“Two, don’t give me the video, and you can
go to jail. Your family can go broke.”
I smiled. “Think about it. This chair is
uncomfortable. I’m gonna go.”
I got up. Then I heard, “I’ll give you the video!
It’s on a USB drive in my safe!”
I nodded. “After I get the video, you can
leave.”
At midnight, I put on Tiffany’s pajamas and
went to the basement. I opened her door.
Tiffany was lying on the bed. Her face was
swollen from being hit by my dad.
I turned on the light and waited for her to
wake up.
Tiffany woke up from the light and tried to
get away from me.
I stroked her hair. “Tiffany, I found something
good on Yang’s phone. Do you wanna see?”
Tiffany looked like she knew what I was
talking about. She looked like a hunted
animal.
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I pulled out my phone and played the video.
A nasty scene showed up on the screen. It
was Tiffany’s face.
She reached for the phone, but I stopped her. “You didn’t think you’d be recorded, did you?”
“If I sent this to the media, how fast would
your dad get rid of you?”
Tiffany looked hopeless. She was like a dying
rose.
I stood up and put a bottle of pills on the
nightstand. Then I left.
Before I left, I looked back and smiled. “I’m
gonna take your place. I’m gonna be Ethan’s
wife and the head of the Smiths.”
Then I left Tiffany crying.
The next morning, the Smiths‘ maid found
Tiffany. She had cut her wrists.
Luckily, she was saved.
