Did Linara really deserve pity? After enjoying sixteen years of wealth and privilege, how could she expect the same for the rest of her life? On the other hand, was it fair for Seraphina to be taken advantage of? Did she deserve to suffer for someone else’s sake? In truth, Seraphina was just taking back what had belonged to her, yet everyone saw her as a thief. How ridiculous. They pitied Linara for losing her identity as the Whitewoods' biological daughter but never considered what Seraphina had lost. For sixteen years, Seraphina was deprived not only of family love but also of a top-tier education, proper etiquette, and other invaluable experiences money can't buy. What had Linara truly lost? Just her title as the Whitewoods' daughter. Compared to Linara, who was the real loser here? The looks and the remarks from the onlookers filled Seraphina with a mix of amusement and sorrow—amusement at their ignorance and sorrow at the memory of her previous life. Back then, she had gone to absurd lengths to make her parents happy, obey Chloe’s orders, steer clear of school confrontations, and keep her feelings suppressed. However, her obedience had only encouraged others to mistreat her further. She would not take such unfairness any longer in this lifetime. Looking at the crowd in the distance, Seraphina’s icy stare cooled further as it fell upon Theron standing among his admirers like a fairy-tale prince. Anyone who had bullied or degraded her would without exception get their comeuppance in her current incarnation. Seraphina nodded decisively and turned away from the crowd. Walking down a shady path, she encountered a girl wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, her concerned expression betraying her worry. "Sorry, can you give me some time?" Yvonne stopped the elegant girl anxiously, worried about offending her. Rumors had circulated about the unruly and unapproachable nature of Bloomington School’s students. She didn’t want to inconvenience anyone, but time was running out, and missing the registration deadline would result in the cancellation of her admission—a fate her parents wouldn’t take lightly. Recognizing the familiar voice, Seraphina paused and turned to face the anxious girl with a faint smile. Surprises never cease—she hadn't expected to run into her childhood confidante, Yvonne, as her first acquaintance here—the same friend who had shared mealtimes with her, borrowed her belongings, and asked for her protection. The image of their previous meeting was still vivid. In her previous life, she had planned a daring escape after learning the Whitewoods intended to offer her to an elderly man in Pyrin. Lonely and helpless, she had resorted to requesting Yvonne for help by asking for money to flee. Yet, this so-called friend, who had promised to help, quickly betrayed her to the Whitewoods. When the Whitewoods’ enforcers came for her, Yvonne had stood by with false innocent tears and pled, "Sera, Mr. and Mrs. Whitewood are your parents and would never hurt you. Despite everything, they have arranged a good match for you. Your envy is blinding you to their concern. How can we blame our parents? You're my friend, and I can't stand seeing you fall."