Awakening of the Real Miss Rich: Abusing the Scum

"Besides, even if she dies, we can just pay a bit of money and, problem solved.

"Her parents are so greedy for money. Giving them some cash should be enough. Losing a burden and gaining some money in return—that's a good deal."

Even with my eyes closed, I could sense Belinda's arrogance.

In her mind, my life was as worthless as weeds—it can be easily crushed underfoot. She was certain I had no one to rely on, no one to speak up for me.

So, she wasn't afraid of my death.

Even if I died, she had already arranged a way for me to become a vengeful ghost.

What a vicious heart!

Although my rage was about to explode, I maintained my composure, breathing evenly and pretending to be asleep.

But the harm this bitch had done to me—I would return it a hundredfold.

"Belinda, you've changed."

Nelly sighed. "From now on, you're not allowed to bully Bessie anymore."

Belinda's tone immediately sharpened, her voice rising in pitch. "Mom, have you lost your mind today? Why are you defending an outsider? I'm your daughter!

"Shouldn't you be more concerned about whether my hand hurts from hitting her, or if this bitch hit me back?

"You've brought her into the car, and you want me to apologize? Don't you care about me?"

Belinda was an actress at heart. After her fierce outburst, she immediately switched to a tearful, pleading tone. "Mom, do you no longer want me?

"Would you rather pick up someone as worthless as trash than have me?

"Where did I go wrong?

Abner snorted coldly. "You're wrong in being so unruly.

"The Veblen family is not your tool for bullying others..."

Hearing Abner starting to scold his adoptive daughter, I knew the timing was perfect.

"Ahem..."

I turned to the side, spat out a mouthful of blood, and opened my swollen, painful eyes. Upon seeing Belinda, I screamed in fear, curling up in a corner, trembling uncontrollably.

"Bessie, are you alright?"

My biological parents asked in unison, their voices filled with concern.

"You bitch, how dare you wake up?"

Belinda, fuming with anger, raised her hand to slap me.

"Belinda, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have picked up your pencil. Please... please don't hit me."

I deliberately acted pitifully, begging in a heart-wrenching manner.

"What..."

Belinda's slap was halted by a sharp look from Abner, and she reluctantly withdrew her hand.

Seizing the moment, I pretended to faint.

In the instant before I lost consciousness, I whispered deliberately. "Belinda, I can't fight you. Please, please spare me..."

When I woke up again, I found myself in a luxurious VIP hospital room.

The spacious, elegant room, fresh air, bright sunlight, and a peeled apple by my bed.

Everything was a treatment I had never experienced before.

I truly hoped these good days would continue.

But I knew well that although I had taken my first step into the Veblen family's world, establishing myself and removing Belinda as an obstacle would require more time and patience.

System informed me that Belinda had had a fierce argument with her adoptive parents over my situation and had stormed off in anger.

My biological parents, after Belinda's departure, discussed my background and contacted a lawyer and the head of the Veblen family's private hospital.

I smiled and asked System, "I'm sure they've started investigating Belinda's bullying of me at school."

System replied clearly, "Yes, it has been confirmed. Belinda won't escape responsibility, and your biological parents have already collected your blood sample for a paternity test. The results should be coming soon.

"However, before that, Belinda will definitely cause you more trouble."

Before System's voice even finished, the door to the hospital room was kicked open with a loud bang.