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<i>Winona </i>…
Tracy’s heart clenched as if an invisible hand had grabbed it tight, making it hard to breathe.
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“If Winona really drove Patricia to her death, is no one going to speak up?” Her voice was hoarse. “Bullying in school doesn’t stay hidden. There’s no way the whole campus didn’t know.”
Back then, she and Patricia had been ssmates with Winona. But Tracy had grown up spoiled, carrying herself with pride, and never really mixed with her peers. Because of that, she had never heard about Winona bullying anyone.
Still, when she woke up from her shock that day, the very first thing she did was tell Andrew about Patricia’sst words–and ask him to pass them on.
Her chest tightened again.
How could she have forgotten? Andrew was the kind of man who valued the family reputation and interests above everything else. There was no way he’d get involved in a scandal like that.
At the time, she had trusted and relied on Andrew too much, never once thinking about it.
Trina didn’t know the details. She only saw Tracy’s pale face and, after a moment’s thought, said carefully, “The school banned everyone from talking about it. I didn’t dare dig too deep, worried I might alert Winona, but I heard that aside from Patricia’s grandmother making a scene once, no one mentioned it again. Later, even her grandmother disappeared from the picture.”
Tracy wasn’t surprised.
She had long known what kind of man Andrew was. Still, the realization filled her with bitter disappointment.
Noticing Tracy’s tight expression and silence, Trina asked worriedly, “What’s wrong?<b>” </b>
Tracy shook her head. She didn’t exin.
Gathering her emotions, she looked at Trina and said, “I’ll handle the rest. You don’t need to get involved anymore.”
The Millers weren’t as powerful as the Jackmans, but Tony had struck it rich years ago. He bought a batch of undervalued stones and uncovered several rare gemstones, pushing his family straight into Cloudville’s high society. They weren’t a family someone like Trina could offend.
Tracy didn’t spell it out, but Trina wasn’t stupid. She could guess what Tracy meant.
For the sake of her friend’s dying wish, she had done more than enough. No one would me her if she
gave up now<i>. </i>
After all, even an outsider like her knew Tracy was no longer the cherished heiress she once was. Going up against the Millers <b>at </b>a time like this wasn’t wise<b>. </b>
But in Tracy’s calm, steady <b>eyes</b>, there was unshakable determination. It <b>was </b><b>as </b>if the <b>consequences </b>didn’t
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In that moment, Trina finally understood why her mother had always liked Tracy <b>so </b>much.
And with that understanding, when she went home and saw her mother sitting as usual at theputer- sses on, hunched forward, and searching through the files–she didn’t feel annoyed or helpless.
Even though Phoebe had resigned from teaching, she still couldn’t let go of the fact that the principal had destroyed the evidence. Whenever she had free time, shebed through her old devices and ounts, hoping to recover something.
If the evidence had been easy to find, it wouldn’t have taken her two years to stumble across it in the first ce.
Back then, she had turned over every stone, chasing anyone connected to Tracy.
If people wouldn’t give her answers, she searched through their social media posts or even paid for their daily photos and videos.
That was why, when someone anonymously used her of harassing students, she had no <i>way </i>to defend herself.
For months shebed through tens of gigabytes of pictures and videos, frame by frame. Finally, she found <i>a </i>clue from one of Tracy’s old roommates.
In a short clip the girl had posted, Tracy appeared for just a second, sitting at her desk sketching.
When Phoebe froze the frame and zoomed in, she saw half of the drawing–a peacock.
………
Theposition and form were unmistakable. It was the very same piece everyer used Tracy of giarizing.
But the video’s timestamp showed it was from shortly after Tracy had started college–earlier than the time Erin had imed she created her painting.
Finding this evidence had thrilled Phoebe more than winning the lottery. She rushed to confront the principal with it–only to be crushed by the oue.
Even though the storm had long passed, Trina thought her mother should have let go of her bitterness by
now<i>. </i>
But watching her spend these past days tirelessly digging through old devices and ounts, Trina finally realized–her mother hadn’t moved on.
She thought of Tracy, how she had poured so much effort into honoring a friend’sst words. She thought of how Tracy had been branded a giarist, forced to leave the country, and still mocked even aftering back.
For the first time, Trina felt it wasn’t fair. Tracy didn’t deserve any of it.
She nced at Phoebe, hesitated, but didn’t step in like she usually did. Instead, she went straight to her
<b>room</b><b>. </b>
Sitting at her desk, she pulled open the bottom drawer and took out <b>a </b><b>sh </b>drive.
<b>08:18 </b>Wed, <b>10 </b><b>Sept </b>2
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It was just a in ck stick, nothing remarkable. But the way Trina looked at it–full of hesitation and inner struggle–made it clear that it held something far from ordinary.
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