"How could this be? I am here… I am not dead," she muttered. Then she saw a livestream made by her so-called best friend no, her parents' real child.
"Ariella has been a good friend…" She used a tissue to wipe her tears. "She left so soon…" After saying this, she began to wail.
"Hypocrite," Ariella said sharply.
Wishing she could appear where that hypocrite was, she focused on going there. The moment the thought crossed her mind, she suddenly appeared in another place.
Glancing at the girly, luxurious room, she looked around. Suddenly, the door opened, and a sharp, mean voice completely opposite of the owner's appearance rang out.
"Bitch… that bitch! How dare she donate all the properties that were meant to be mine!"
As she said this, Ariella glanced at her so-called friend, Seraphina, whose face was now etched with meanness. Looking closely, she saw a huge resemblance between Seraphina and her mother and father.
