Rose Blooms: Revenge on My Best Friend Who Killed Me

In a few months after Christmas, it would be time for the SAT.

"Daisy, have you finished the paper I gave you for Christmas? I have found several sets of new papers for you."

I looked at the middle-aged man in front of me and was moved. I then took out the full test papers from my schoolbag.

After graduating for many years, I was already a bit overwhelmed by these questions.

But because of my persistence in the SAT in the previous life, I insisted on writing papers every day even after dropping out of school for many years. It was not too difficult to get started, and the papers I wrote were barely passable.

Mr. Hill carefully opened my test paper and looked at it. His tightly furrowed brow gradually relaxed as he read through it.

In a coquettish tone, he said, "Not bad. Take these back and write them well."

"Both Mr. Edwards and I have high hopes for you!"

Mentioning Mr. Edwards, my mind suddenly flashed back to something.

After I dropped out of school in my last life, I climbed my way through society and managed to establish my own logistics company.

When I returned to the town to visit my mentor, I received the news that Mr. Edwards had passed away due to illness.

It was said to be a liver problem...

"Mr. Hill, how is Mr. Edwards's health?"

Mr. Hill carefully held the test paper I had finished writing in his hand and said, "Very good. We even had a drink together yesterday."

"Yesterday, my mom told me that there is a free medical examination project for teachers at our local hospital. Since both you and Mr. Edwards love to drink, why don't you make an appointment together sometime to have a check?"

"Anyway, it doesn't cost any money."

"It's hard for you to have such a good intention. I will go with Mr. Edwards."

Sitting back in the classroom, I only vaguely had a real feeling.

The words on the test papers in front of me were one next to the other, densely packed, paving the way to the future.

Later, Rose approached me, but I refused her without hesitation.

I needed to work harder to catch up with my own progress from my last life.

I carefully calculated the time on the calendar. It was four months away from the college entrance examination, and Rose was already three months pregnant.

It was time to take action.