Chapter 942
The first half of that day had been an absolute living nightmare for her.
The Doyle family’s funding never actually reached her hands.
Her tuition, her living expenses-she earned every single cent herself through her own skills.
But last week, her mother had called, demanding she find a way to beg the Doyles for more money.
All because her brother, Junior Brooks, wanted a new smartphone.
She told her mother she couldn’t ask the Doyles for that.
In response, her mother verbally abused her, telling her to act like a dog for the
Doyle family, to go sell her body if she had to, just as long as she wired the money home.
Otherwise, her education was over.
She couldn’t beg the Doyles for cash.
Nor could she sell herself.
To stay at Marington College, to keep her dream of studying alive p>
She sent them every dime she had earned from her part-time jobs.
She was left entirely penniless, without even enough to buy food for the next month.
And right then, Bianca had ordered her to go buy coffee.
The kind of coffee Bianca drank cost hundreds of dollars a cup.
To Bianca p>
A few hundred dollars was pocket change.
But to Lydia, it was her grocery budget for an entire month.
She didn’t even have money to eat.
How was she supposed to buy coffee?
As a result, Bianca’s cronies cornered her in the restroom.
Chronically malnourished and starved for days, Lydia stood no chance against them.
When they tried to force her face into the toilet bowl p>
That was where the second half of the story began.
For Lydia, that second half was the singular ray of light in her long, dark life.
Serena had walked into the restroom and seen what was happening.
And she had effortlessly kicked the bullies out the door.
When Lydia was shivering and apologizing, Serena merely replied, “They were being too loud p>
Her words were cold.
But after leaving the restroom p>
Serena returned and handed her a fresh, dry uniform. “Keep your spine straight. No
one can step on you then,” she had said.
The uniform was brand new.
And it was exactly her size.
Furthermore p>
Inside the pocket, Lydia had found a thousand dollars.
Lydia had tried several times to return the clothes and the cash, but the aloof,
distant girl had never given her the chance.
She knew.
Serena was cold on the outside, but warm on the inside.
And now, it was her turn to repay the favor.
She took a deep breath, looking straight into Bianca’s twisted, furious face for the first time. “In youreyes, maybe you thought letting me stay in the Vanguard Honors Program was an act of mercy, even though I didn’t buy your coffee and your friends only pushed me around a bit p>
“But… I don’t see it that way p>
She slowly turned her gaze back to Serena, her hands balling into fists. “Serena, you might have forgotten about that day, but I remember p>
“And I will always remember p>
“Serena, you saved me. I want to join your team. I will repay you, and I will do absolutely everything in my power to help you win the
challenge
The longer the young girl spoke, the firmer and louder her voice became.
It was as if she was exhausting every ounce of her strength and courage.
Choosing a path she genuinely wanted, a path she would never regret.
“Repay her?” Bianca scoffed, her eyes gleaming with venom. “The
Doyle family funded you for years so you could crawl out of the
Backwoods. Does that not count as a debt? You’re just a backstabbing bitch p>