Chapter 175 It's All Her Calculation

• "Ah!!!" Landon yelled in pain, hopping on one leg while grumbling and swearing, "Your phone hit my foot! That hurts like hell! You can't even hold a phone properly. No wonder you had to have someone else give up their spot for you to get into Bloomington School." Yvonne's voice cut through the air, icy and sharp, "What did you just say? Say it again." Without warning, she shoved the chair aside, her gaze turning razor-sharp as she fixed it on him. Landon, caught off guard by the intensity in her eyes, felt his chest tighten. His words faltered, "I—I'm just speaking the truth."
• Crash! She sent the teacup flying off the table. The sharp crash echoed in the room, and he froze, too terrified to utter another word. "Enough!" she snapped, her eyes burning with fury. "If it weren't for me, you'd be dead from hunger by now. What gives you the right to criticize me?" I came into the world just ten minutes before you, yet somehow, I'm the one forced to carry the weight of the entire family. Why should that be my responsibility? He recoiled, his resentment bubbling up but silenced by the intensity of her stare. He mumbled, almost inaudibly, "It's all because of Seraphina."
• Yvonne shot him one last, venomous look before turning on her heel. Ignoring the judgmental eyes of the people around her, she stormed out of the slum, her path erratic as she fled into a quiet corner of the demolition zone, her sobs echoing in the emptiness. After a long while, as the sky darkened, she wiped the tears from her eyes. When she looked up, her gaze fell upon the funeral flowers scattered at her feet. Scanning the surroundings, a sense of horror gripped her as she realized that this was the very spot where Elvis' body had been discovered. Terrified, she bolted upright, her panic driving her to flee without direction. In her haste, her foot caught on debris, sending her sprawling to the ground.