The underprivileged student I sponsored became my dad’s new mistress.

She told me she no longer needed my sponsorship and that I only needed to ask if I needed money.

My mother was kicked out of the house within a year, and Janice became the next Mrs. Roffe.

Janice loved taunting my mother and showing off the love my dad showered her in, and so my mom died angry and bitter.

After that, Janice only got worse. She turned her arrows at me and drilled into my head that I was the one who killed my mom.

“Your mother would never have died if you hadn’t pitied me in the beginning! You were the one who killed your mother!”

As she wished, I succumbed to sickness in that rented apartment.

Fortunately for me, I woke up again to the day I first sponsored Janice.

When I opened my eyes, I had returned to the day I first sponsored Janice.

Everything that happened before I died felt like a dream, albeit one I could not brush off.

Sounds of a quarrel pulled me back to the present, and I wiped the wetness from the corner of my eyes. I turned to take a look.

The shouting was from our school's notorious delinquent and her clique. It was no secret that they loved bullying the weak, and their target today was none other than Janice.

At this time, Janice still wore her hair short with thick bangs. Coupled with her thick black glasses, she looked the epitome of a teacher's pet.

In a prestigious school like ours, family business and status determined how we were treated. Janice, lacking both, became the bullies' top choice for their target.

Last time, I fell for her innocent facade. This time, I gathered my books and walked past.

Just as I left the room, Janice called out after me, "Sylvia! Y-you're just going to leave? Aren't you going to save me?"

I scoffed internally, 'So she came back too, huh.'

The delinquent looked at me with contempt. "Hey. This is none of your business. Move along, or else…"

I glanced at Janice and interrupted, "Sorry, do I know you?"

The delinquent laughed and grabbed a fistful of Janice's hair. Tilting her head back, she slapped Janice across the face. "What a wretch! I was almost worried someone would come and save you!"

Janice's cheeks were bruising red. "N-No!"

Tears streamed from suspicious eyes.

I left before Janice could say another word, ignoring her wails of agony from behind me.

I had always kept a low profile at school, so no one really knew about my family’s assets.

If not for the luxurious one-of-a-kind necklace I wore, I could have become the delinquents’ next victim.

When I saved Janice, I told her to come to me if she needed help. Perhaps it was to thank me, but she began to take care of my daily needs.

Rumors of my new ‘pet’ began to spread, and I tried to get her to stop, but she insisted anyway. I assumed this was her way of showing gratitude, so I left her alone.

Less than a month later, she came crying to me about how she had nowhere to stay and no money for school.

She kept insisting that I assist her, claiming I had ‘helped her so many times before anyway.’

Every time I hesitated, she would plead, beg, and even prostrate herself, not giving up until I finally agreed.

I was too young and naive then. I did not know how to reject her, so I made a decision that I would regret for the rest of my life.