Chapter 168 Buried Hatreds
Tracy asked, “Are you trying to use me to get back at Winona?”
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The moment Tracy asked the question, Jasmin’s whole body stiffened. It was so obvious; anyone could have seen it–Tracy had struck right at the heart of her thoughts.
Not letting the silence stretch too long, Tracy pressed on, her voice calm but sharp. “Why do you hate Winona so much? From what I’ve heard, back when your family was drowning in debt, it was Winona who stepped in and paid it off. Shouldn’t you be grateful to her instead of hating her?”
“Grateful?” Jasmin’sugh was short and bitter. “Why should I thank her? The only reason we ended up like this is because of her. Every single thing that happened to us was her fault!”
Her voice rose with each word until she was practically shouting. Tracy’s questions had struck a nerve. Her face twisted with unrestrained anger, her eyes shing with a hatred that had clearly been festering for
years.
Tracy didn’t flinch. Her expression remained steady, unshaken. “So you’re saying Winona caused your family to go bankrupt?”
Now that the words were out, Jasmin no longer saw a reason to hold anything back.
She let out a harshugh, almost mocking herself. “Not just us. Look closely at those who used to follow around Winona back then. How many of them ended up like me–or worse?”
It was as though a dam had broken inside her. The bitterness, bottled up for years, finally had somewhere to go. Jasmin poured it all out, her tone cutting, her words drenched in venom.
“Do you want to know what makes me the most furious? Everyone knows it was Winona who pushed her to the edge, and drove her to her death. Yet look at us–we all suffered, every single one of us. But her? Winona just kept climbing higher and higher, still living like the pampered rich girl.”
For the first time, Tracy’sposure cracked, doubt flickering in her eyes.
She recalled the crowd that had once surrounded Winona.
Yes, their families weren’t as powerful as the Millers, but they weren’t nobodies either. There was no way the Millers could have wiped them all out at once,
Her thoughts raced. Piece by piece, she sifted through every possible exnation until only one question remained. “Is there someone backing the Millers?”
Tracy’s calm neyer wavered, and little by little, Jasmin’s fury burned itself out. It took her a while to regain herposure.
“I don’t know for sure,” she admitfed, shaking her head, “but with the Millers‘ resources, there’s no way they could have pulled it off wlessly. No traces, no witnesses, nothing left behind. In Cloudville, the only ones capable of that are your family”
Tracy didn’t react outwardly, ignoring the probing look Jasmin threw her way.
Instead, she sank into her thoughts. Yes, in Cloudville, the Jackmans were unmatched, but the world didn’t
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end at Cloudville’s borders. Beyond it were powers far greater, stronger, and more ruthless.
And in her heart, Tracy already knew who fit the role.
She had the answer she came for, and she saw no reason to stay any longer.
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Setting down her coffee cup, she rose from her chair. But after she took a few steps, something nagged at her. She turned back, eyes narrowing slightly on Jasmin. “One more thing. Why Patricia? Of all the people Winona could have targeted, why her?”
School bullying is cruel and unforgivable, but Winona’s choice had always puzzled her. Why Patricia, specifically?
Jasmin’s lips twisted as though she found the question amusing. She let out a short, bitterugh. “Most people wouldn’t know, but I do.”
She leaned back, her eyes glinting. “The Millers weren’t always rich. Before middle school, Winona lived in a remote town with her grandmother. Her father only struck it luckyter, after buying up a bunch of cheapnd and resources. That windfall turned him into a millionaire, and that’s when he dragged Winona to Cloudville and started spending a fortune to mold her into a high–society socialite.”
Her tone sharpened with scorn. “Because of that past, Winona hated anyone calling her family new money. She hated being reminded of the small–town nobody she once was. And then Patricia showed up at a school full of rich kids. She was the perfect reminder. Patched clothes, eating in bread and butter like it was fine dining, staring wide–eyed atb equipment like she had never seen the world before. Everything about Patricia reminded Winona of her former self.”
Jasmin tilted her head back and gave Tracy a mocking smile. “That’s why Winona hated Patricia even more than she hated you.”
Tracy wasn’t surprised that Winona despised herself–she’d sensed that from the very first time they met. But to learn that this was the reason Winona bullied Patricia? It was ridiculous and absurd.
Tracy’s face grew tight with anger. Jasmin recalled something and asked, “Do you know why Winona despises you so much? Even though her family could never rival yours, and even though her father told her more than once to stay on <i>good </i>terms with you, she never hid her hatred.”
Tracy blinked. She had never thought about it.
Back then, she’d been too proud to even bother with Winona.
Jasmin didn’t wait for her to reply. She had just been holding in her resentment for far too long and needed to let it out.
“She hates you because you were Cloudville’s most beloved princess–the heiress everyone adored.”
Tracy was taken aback. That reason was just as absurd as thest
Is <i>there </i>something wrong with Winona’s brain?
If all it took was that Winona hated her from the very first time they met simply because of who she was, why was she so close to Erin now?
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These days, Erin was the new darling of Cloudville, spoiled and treasured by the Jackmans even more than Tracy had ever been.
For reasons she couldn’t exin, Tracy suddenly remembered something Chris had texted her after their showdown.
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