It was like a needle pricked Alaricka’s finger, and her finger went numb.

“None of that was true, it was all made up–”

Suddenly, Alaricka felt weak, and her fingers holding the phone moved a little.

Kieran wouldn’t have believed it, just like before, when Roschelle set her up. Kieran always took Roschelle’s side.

She just said, “Forget it, I’ll handle it myself.”

One second before hanging up, Kieran suddenly said, “Alaricka, I haven’t had your oatmeal in a long time.”

Alaricka’s eyes suddenly froze.

She should have said it wasn’t just oatmeal; there was lots and lots more.

Even though Kieran always cooked for Roschelle, Alaricka knew Kieran didn’t like cooking.

So she worked really hard at cooking. During the time she kept pestering Kieran and lived with him, she tried all kinds of ways to cook for Kieran, and pretty much pushed herself to become a top chef.

Ever since she was reborn, she never cooked for Kieran again.

What did Kieran mean?

Alaricka sneered, “What, you can’t bear to let your sweetheart cook, so you just treat me like a maid?”

She didn’t wait for Kieran to say anything and just hung up.

In her last life, she already played the free babysitter for Kieran long enough.

In this life, even if she went blind, she wouldn’t cook another meal for Kieran.

Although Alaricka didn’t know for sure, Clarissa was probably staying at a private hospital owned by the Argent family.

The hospital wasn’t far, and it took Alaricka less than ten minutes to get there by taxi.

She kept her eyes straight ahead and headed straight for the VIP area of the inpatient department.

Clarissa’s room wasn’t hard to find.

Clarissa never liked studying. She loved playing video games and often yelled and screamed while playing. She cursed at her opponents and her teammates, too.

You didn’t even have to listen carefully to hear the sharp screams coming from one of the wards, loud enough that other patients and their families could have complained.

Alaricka just pushed the door open and went in. She saw Clarissa sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed, totally fine. Clarissa was holding her phone sideways with both hands, her fingers tapping nonstop on the screen, and she kept cursing under her breath.

Unexpectedly, Roschelle was here, too.

Roschelle put the cup on the nightstand: “Clarissa, come drink some water. Stop playing games all the time; it’s bad for your eyes."

Alaricka walked over, pulled Clarissa’s phone out, and threw it on the couch in the hospital room.

Clarissa looked up with wide eyes: “Who is it?!”

Alaricka raised an eyebrow: “Me.”

Seeing it was her, Clarissa got even angrier: “Get out! Who told you to come here?”

Clarissa reached out to get her phone back, but Alaricka just threw the phone even farther.

Clarissa shouted, “Alaricka, are you crazy? Give me the phone!”

Roschelle walked over with a gentle smile on her face. “Ms. Huston, is there something you need?”

Alaricka didn’t look at her, just looked at Clarissa: “Clarissa, was that post on the campus forum from you?”

Clarissa’s expression suddenly froze, her eyes shifted, and she glanced at Roschelle for no reason, then smiled, “Alaricka, what post? I don’t know anything.”

Alaricka didn’t miss Clarissa looking at Roschelle.

She squinted her eyes.

She just complained about that post on her phone, and also asked some friends to complain.

But it didn’t work; there was no punishment.

For stuff about students and similar topics, the software handled it pretty strictly. Even if it was just a normal campus post, as long as someone complained, there would be some kind of result.

But this post didn’t...

It was obvious that someone was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Clarissa didn’t have this ability.

That could only mean someone else was helping her.

Roschelle or Kieran?

Alaricka didn’t say anything else and just took Clarissa’s phone, unlocked it with Clarissa’s face.

Clarissa screamed and ran over like crazy to grab the phone.

Alaricka backed up to the door and opened Clarissa’s social media app.

Sure enough, she saw the post Clarissa made in there. There were already over three thousand comments, and pretty much the whole school knew about it.

She was straightforward and just deleted the post.

At this point, Clarissa had already rushed over, and she handed the phone back.

Clarissa opened her mouth wide to yell, but didn’t make it in time.

She just heard a crisp slap.

Pop!

Clarissa’s face got slapped to the side by Alaricka, and a faint red handprint quickly showed up on her fair skin.

Roschelle walked over and held Clarissa, her brows slightly furrowed: “Ms. Huston, why did you do this?”

Chapter 29

Alaricka looked straight at her: “Roschelle, you actually knew it, too. No need to pretend.”