Reclaiming What Was Meant to Be Mine

Chapter 5 Make Them Pay

Chapter 5 Make Them Pay

Sam turned his head and asked, "Miss Roslin, are you okay?"

Roslin shook her head.

The car continued to drive on the winding mountain road. As Roslin looked at the familiar surroundings, countless memories flashed through her mind one by one.

This was where her tragic life began.

In her past life, she didn't get any family love.

In this life, she no longer wanted it.

But in this life, she would make the people who hurt her in her past life pay the price.

Roslin stood at the entrance of the villa. Her deep gaze fixed on the magnificent and luxurious mansion before her, and she smiled faintly.

'Linda, I'm back again.'

When Mary heard the noise, she came out of the villa. A hint of sympathy flashed through her eyes when she saw Roslin's thin and lonely figure at the door.

She smiled and approached Roslin. "Miss Roslin, come on in."

Mary warmly took the luggage from Roslin's hand and led the way.

When Roslin first stepped on these steps, she was nervous, uneasy, expectant, and happy. But when she stepped on them again, all she felt was hatred. The hatred that had been suppressed

deep in her heart had already pierced her heart with a thousand wounds, bleeding profusely.

The spacious living room, the shining marble floor, and the million-dollar crystal chandelier all showed that the owner of the villa was very rich.

Mary smiled at the elegant woman arranging flowers in the living room and said, "Mrs. Smith, Miss Roslin is here."

The elegant woman ignored Mary and continued arranging the flowers in her hand.

Mary was a bit embarrassed and turned to Roslin. "Maybe Mrs. Smith didn't hear me."

She took a few steps forward and raised her voice. "Mrs. Smith, Miss Roslin has arrived."

Lucinda inserted the last rose and slowly picked up the silk scarf on the table, gently wiping her fingers. Her every movement was slow and elegant.

She raised her eyes and looked past Mary at Roslin. When she saw Roslin's clothes, her eyebrows furrowed slightly. She caught a glimpse of the tattered bag in Mary's hand from the corner of her eye. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Mary, where did you pick up this trash? Throw it away quickly. Look at how dirty it is. Who knows how many bacteria it's carrying? If Linda touches it, she'll have an allergic reaction."

Her voice was gentle, like the breeze.

Mary was awkward and didn't know how to respond.

She looked at Roslin worriedly, afraid that Roslin might feel embarrassed.

Roslin remained calm.

She had experienced this kind of embarrassment eight years ago, and now experiencing it again couldn't affect her mood at all. It was not worth mentioning.

"Mrs. Smith, this is..." Mary didn't know how to explain.

Just as she was in a dilemma, a cold voice rang out. "This is mine. Mrs. Smith, do you think my whole body is covered in bacteria? Indeed, from a medical point of view, there are many bacteria on my body. Similarly, there are also many bacteria on your body, Mrs. Smith."

Roslin's speech was neither fast nor slow, making it impossible to detect her emotions.

Lucinda was stunned, and Mary looked at Roslin in surprise.

Lucinda looked at Roslin as if she was hurt.

Mary intervened to ease the atmosphere, "Miss Roslin, don't be angry. Mrs. Smith is just straightforward and doesn't mean anything else."

Just then, a clear and sweet voice came from the direction of the staircase.

"Did my younger sister arrive?"

A graceful girl walked over with light steps, wearing a white fluffy princess dress, handcrafted leather shoes, and adorned with valuable diamond earrings and necklaces. She was dressed like a delicate doll in a display case.