She had received the application form around this time last year.
The dean looked at her knowingly and replied, “The applications are already closed.”
“Closed?” Blair froze. “But I haven’t even-”
The dean cut her off, saying, “Blair, your current circumstances no longer qualify you for financial aid, so I gave this year’s spot to someone else.”
“How’s that possible?” Blair panicked, knowing that even though the aid was not much, she still needed the money. “Why don’t I qualify? I qualified last year!”
The dean replied, “Ms. Iverson showed me photos of you at high–end clubs. Those places are expensive, which is why Ms. Iverson decided to stop supporting you.”
Blair barely heard a word after that, hatred blazing in her eyes. It was not enough that Rowena had stopped supporting her–she had to cut off her financial aid, too. It was simply cruel.
Pushing aside her anger, Blair focused on her immediate problem. She took out her phone to call Shawn.
“Shawn… it’s me. School started, and I haven’t paid tuition yet. This month’s living expenses haven’t come through, either-”
“Not my problem,” Shawn interrupted coldly, leaving Blair stunned.
He then snapped, “I must’ve been blind to use you to spite her. Anyway, we were never actually together, so don’t call me again.”
With that, he hung up, leaving Blair to stare at her phone in disbelief. Her lips trembled as she bit down hard, the dial tone echoing in her ears.
She thought bitterly, “Rowena, always Rowena! How could that woman be so petty, taking everything and leaving nothing for me? What right did she have to have so much?”
Blair’s anger nearly consumed her reason. Remembering the pregnancy photos I had posted online, a malicious
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glint appeared in her eyes. She decided she wouldn’t be the only one suffering in this world.
She pulled out her phone and contacted a thug she had met at the club.
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I received a call and could hardly believe what the informant told me. “Is she insane? Has she been watching too many movies?”
Blair planned to hire a motorcyclist to hit me–not to kill me, just to make me lose the baby.
“You recorded this, right?” I asked the caller.
The person confirmed. “Yeah, I recorded everything.”
He explained that he had bragged at the club about having a criminal past, even claiming he had killed someone. Apparently, Blair had believed his nonsense and actually asked him to target me.
However, this man was not stupid. Everyone in the area knew who the Iversons were.
As one of the city’s top families, our influence was everywhere, and his little business depended on us to stay afloat. He would have to be out of his mind to do something so reckless over a fool like Blair.
So, of course, he came straight to me to score some points.
I said without hesitation, “Call the police.”
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