Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

"Bro, what on earth are you talking about?" Sandy snapped, her voice dripping with irritation. "Odie's no saint. Whether he lives or dies, what does it matter to us?"

"Sandy! How can you say that? Odie was once engaged to you. He was your fiancé! You can't be so heartless!"

Being scolded by her brother in front of everyone made Sandy's temper flare. She shot back at Angelo, "Yes, I'm being harsh! I can't stand him! I don't care what happens to him! Whether he lives or dies, it's none of my business!" With that, Sandy stormed upstairs, fuming.

Angelo, knowing his sister's temper, turned to Adler and Jenna with an apologetic smile. "I'm really sorry about that. Sandy can be like this sometimes. I'll talk to her later. She shouldn't have been so rude."

Saying this, Angelo hurried upstairs to calm Sandy down. She had always run to their dad whenever things didn't go her way. Even though their father was in Devonport, he wouldn't hesitate to fly over just to give Angelo a piece of his mind for Sandy's sake.

As Sandy went upstairs, she passed by Odie's guest room and glanced inside. Sure enough, she saw Odie lying there, barely conscious. After a brief look, she turned her head and walked away, muttering to herself, "If he's dead, he's dead. Almost dying and still getting me in trouble with my brother. What a nuisance!"

"Ms. Sandy, why are you standing at the door if you're not going in?" a voice behind her said.

Sandy jumped and turned around to see Sophie standing there. "I was just thinking, that's all! Who said I came to see him?" she retorted, ready to leave.

Sophie calmly replied, "Ms. Sandy, you've always looked down on Odie, calling him a lowly pauper, haven't you?"

"So what if I have? He is one! Just a servant for the White family, at best their bodyguard, at worst, a dog under Mr Elwood's command! A dog that strutted around

Summerfield, wanting to marry me and even throwing that disgusting banquet! I was being generous by only calling him that!"Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Sandy turned her head away, but Sophie just laughed. "Ms. Sandy, you've probably never seen how people in the slums live, have you?"

"Who says I haven't? When I was a kid, I saw beggars in the slums. I kindly gave them money, but they stole my wallet! Those despicable paupers would do anything for money! They're not good people!"

Sophie's laughter continued to irk Sandy. "What's so funny?" she demanded.

"I'm laughing because Mr. Caelum

has raised you so well that you think everything is black and white.

Human nature is complex; there are no absolute good people or bad

people. Good people can do bet

things and bad people might not be bad all the time. Everyone is just trying to survive. Like, when those slum dwellers took your wallet, what if they needed the money to save a sick family member? If you saw it from their perspective, would you understand?"

"Stealing is wrong, no matter what," Sandy insisted.

"Stealing is definitely wrong, but from their viewpoint, stealing might mean the difference between eating or starving. If you were in their shoes, what's more

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important-surviving or sticking to principles and starving?"

"He has hands and feet, why doesn't he just work?" Sandy challenged.