Chapter 3The Heatwave and the Grandson's "Masculinity"

Before we left, Sarah grabbed our hands, squeezing out a few fake tears.

"Chloe, you guys are leaving..."

"I'll be scared all alone in the dorm..."

My eyes almost rolled into the back of my head.

Scared?

Scared no one will wait on her hand and foot.

In our last life, Sarah used her pregnancy to boss us around like servants.

If we didn't do exactly as she pleased, she'd clutch her belly and cry pain.

We endured it because we were roommates.

And look where that got us.

Now?

Whoever wants to serve her can go ahead. We quit.

But we had to put on a show before leaving, just in case she tried to stop us.

I pinched my thigh hard, forcing out some tears.

"Sarah... cough... we don't want to leave either..."

"But... cough... we're afraid of infecting... cough... infecting you..."

The moment I coughed, Sarah snatched her hand back like she'd touched fire. Her eyes were full of undisguised disgust.

When I looked up, she quickly masked it with a fake sad face.

"Chloe... since you're leaving..."

"Can you leave me something to remember you by?"

"I'll miss you guys so much..."

She stared greedily at the designer bags in my closet.

She was basically trying to rob me in broad daylight.

I sneered internally.

She wasn't even hiding it anymore?

My family is well-off. As an only child, my parents spoil me. Many of those bags were birthday gifts.

In our last life, Sarah constantly "borrowed" my bags.

She needed one for a date. She needed one to show her parents she was doing well so they wouldn't worry.

I believed her lies and lent them to her.

She never returned them.

Whenever I asked, she'd make excuses. If I pressed, she'd clutch her stomach and wail.

She just wanted to steal them.

And now she wants more? Keep dreaming.