Ingrid was thrown out.

“You refused to leave when you were told to. You just had to wait to be thrown out, huh? Now get lost!” It was pouring rain, and none of the security guards wanted to be out in it. It was all thanks to this crazy woman.

After the rain stopped, Ingrid wandered aimlessly through the streets, utterly despondent. At some point, she found herself at the gates of the National University of Technology.

Watching the students going in and out, laughing and full of energy, she was reminded that she used to be one of them.

Suddenly, she spotted a familiar face in the crowd!

“Abby!” She rushed forward, grabbing Abigail’s arm as if clinging to her last lifeline.

Abigail was startled. The two young women accompanying her gave Ingrid a curious glance but politely said nothing.

“Abby, we’ll go wait in the store,” one of them said.

“Okay,” Abigail replied with a smile and a nod.

Then she turned to Ingrid, her expression growing complicated. “What… What happened to you?”

A month ago, when she visited Ingrid in the hospital, though Ingrid looked pale, she was surrounded by comfort and luxury. Now, she stood in front of her, soaked, with her hair in disarray, looking like a ghost. “Abby…” As soon as Ingrid opened her mouth, tears began to fall. “I lost the baby, and he doesn’t want me anymore.”

Abigail didn’t look particularly surprised. It was as though she had expected this outcome all along. What she hadn’t expected was how soon it would happen.

Ingrid clutched Abigail’s hand tightly. “I have nowhere to go… Can I… Can I go back to the dorm?”

Abigail looked shocked. “You’ve already withdrawn from university. According to the rules, you’re not allowed back. Even if I wanted to help, I couldn’t. Your bed has already been assigned to another student, so…”

Ingrid’s lips trembled, and her eyes filled with desperation. “Abby, please, help me… I really have nowhere else to go.”

Abigail’s expression grew pained.

“How about… Could you lend me some money? I swear I’ll pay you back when I can!”

After a moment of hesitation, Abigail took out her phone. “Alright. I only have 600 in my account right now, but I’ll transfer it all to you…”

“600 dollars?” Ingrid froze.

“Yeah, it’s enough for food and a place to stay. That’s all I can…”

“What can 600 do? A single outfit costs more than 600 bucks! Don’t you have any more? Can’t you ask your parents for some?”

Abigail’s hand froze mid-action, and her gaze turned cold. The sympathy and concern she had felt moments earlier vanished entirely. “Ingrid, you still don’t get it. Sorry, I’m not even giving you the 600 because… you deserve this.”

Ingrid had brought this upon herself, step by step. Even now, she refused to face reality.

Abigail sighed. “I have things to do. I’m leaving.”

“Abby–Abigail Norton! How can you be like this? Give me the money! You’re just jealous of me, aren’t you? You’re happy now that I’ve fallen so low!”

As night fell, Ingrid wandered the streets, exhausted and hungry.

She passed by a nightclub, its front entrance glittering with gold and lights, while a small side door led out to the street. It was a place where men and women came and went.

The men were fat and slovenly, while the women wore skimpy outfits, flaunting their bodies. But upon closer inspection…

All of these women carried designer bags, from LV to Gucci… Their clothes ranged from thousands to tens of thousands in price.

Ingrid’s eyes turned red with envy. She, too, had once lived a life of luxury, adorned in gold and jewels… “Hey, we’re hiring. You’ve been staring for a while–interested in applying?”