Chapter 3
Mia took time off work and spent the next few days helping me transfer various assets.
I didn’t meet the Caleb that Mia mentioned. For all the divorce property divisions, he had appointed a lawyer.
After about a month of busy work, Mia helped me list all the houses under my name for rent.
She calculated that the monthly rent would be about $1.2 million.
eren in my bank account then miced my head to see my twenty–eight–year–old self in the
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That day, I looked at the countless zeros in my bank account, then raised my head to see my twenty–eight–year–old self in the mirror, with perfect makeup and hair.
I scratched my head, thinking it wasn’t too bad.
Chapter 4
I had nothing to do at home, but Mia had to work. So I stayed at Mia’s place playing video games every day.
Mia would order takeout for me when she ordered her lunch.
Mia came home very late, looking exhausted. She collapsed on the sofa, lifeless.
I put down my game controller and started massaging her shoulders. It seemed I had muscle memory for this, as I was very good at it.
After Mia had rested enough, she started complaining, “That bastard Caleb. You worked for him for free right after graduation. When his mother was ill, you had to massage and take care of her after work.”
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As Mia continued talking, she grabbed my head and flicked my forehead, “Hazel, you’re such a pushover. When I wasn’t around, you let them bully you. Those people, they took advantage of you being an orphan.”
I rubbed my forehead, feeling a bit wronged, “I don’t remember any of that! I only remember you.””
Mia stopped talking and then laughed, “That’s right! You don’t remember. It’s better that you don’t remember. Just remember me, I won’t bully you.”
I believed Mia’s words because we grew up together.
We both grew up in an orphanage.
From a very young age, I followed Mia around. She would fight for snacks for me and help me wash my clothes.
When we got older, Mia would help me with my studies. She was a year older than me. In my senior year of high school, when she was a freshman in college, she would call me every day to encourage me to study hard.
Back then, she wanted me to go to the same university as her. But Mia was too smart. Even though I studied like crazy, I still couldn’t get into Harvard.
The day the results came out, I hugged Mia and cried.
Mia gave me a light knock on the head, “Why are you crying? Your scores are amazing. What’s there to cry about?”
She patted my head, “You’ve done really well.”
Later, I went to Yale, crying all the way.
