Shallow Love, Lingering Affection

But it's highly likely that Rose has pocketed it.

Besides, I know Rose well.

Every day, she spends her time taking selfies with her phone and in front of the mirror.

When has she ever put her mind to studying?

Her so-called studying is merely to gain Jason's favor...

At this moment, I felt very embarrassed.

Physically and mentally exhausted.

Just as I was about to walk out, a man's voice called out to me.

"Hey, Norah, right?

"Is your health okay?

"Do you need me to accompany you to the hospital?"

I turned my head.

I saw that the big boy was handing me a clean white handkerchief.

It was Riley Hart.

He is the top student in our department.

In my impression, although Riley comes from a poor family, he studies very hard.

I reached out and took the "kindness" Riley offered me.

I gratefully said, "Thank you!"

I still remember that in my previous life, it was Rose who fought with Jason.

At that time, she was also beaten, with blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Similarly, Riley had handed a handkerchief to Rose (back then, she was still called Rose Burns).

However, Rose had scolded Riley harshly.

She said, "Get lost, you poor boy.

"It was just my fiance messing around with me."

At that time, Rose had not yet given up on the idea of becoming Jason's wife.

Riley was very clever.

He knew that Rose was always dreaming unrealistic dreams.

After that, Riley never spoke another word to Rose.

Moreover, I saw Riley throw that handkerchief into the trash can.

I knew that although Riley was stubborn and proud, his family was indeed very poor.

He relied on scholarships to barely pay his tuition fees.

Usually, to save money, he tried to eat as little as possible.

This made his once strong physique become increasingly thin.

I used the handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of my mouth.

Looking at the handkerchief stained red with blood, I felt that I owed this good guy Riley a considerable favor.

I said, "Mr. Hart, the handkerchief is dirty."

"I'll wash it and return it to you when I get back."

Riley didn't say much but turned to leave.

He just threw back, "No need.

"A dirty handkerchief can just be thrown away."

Maybe Riley felt there was no need for excessive communication between him and someone like me, a "young lady."

We are people from two different worlds.

Since there's nothing in common, there's no need to say much.

...

In the evening, I dragged my embarrassed body back home.

When I sat at the dining table with my dad, mom, and brother, Dad put a piece of fresh fish in his mouth.

He said, "Jason, after all, Norah is your sister."

"When playing around with your sister, be careful with the scale."

Jason just responded with a "Hey."

He didn't even bother to look at me.

In Jason's eyes, I was still that "materialistic woman" who sought his identity and wealth.

And the Burns family's impression of me was merely that of an orphan who had risen to wealth.

The reason the Burns family "welcomed" me into their home was just for the title of a "philanthropist."