Rebirth Reclaiming Her Self (Angela and Joseph)

Chapter 12

Angela had only one major class in the afternoon. After finishing her class, Angela planned to go

straight home. Although she now had a place to live, she didn’t have much money on her. The Kins

Family believed that as long as they provided her with food and she didn’t starve, she should be

grateful. Angela left the school gate and waited for the bus while opening her phone. Out of habit, she

wanted to go online and check if there were any part-time jobs on the app. But when she opened her

phone, she felt a bit frustrated. It wasn’t a smartphone, so she couldn’t really find any jobs with apps.

She could only make calls and send text messages.

After a while, a black sedan suddenly stopped in front of her. Subconsciously, she looked into the car

and saw the back window slowly rolling down, revealing a man’s deep and three-dimensional face. His

expression was as cold and indifferent as always, exuding an air of nobility untainted by the mundane

world. Jonathan glanced at Angela and said slowly, “Get in the car.” Angela was stunned for a moment,

not understanding what he meant. The man frowned and said in a low voice, “There’s blood on your

skirt.” Upon hearing this, Angela immediately blushed, anxiously looking behind her. Sure enough,

there was a small red mark on the back of her blue skirt. Although it was already September, the

weather was still hot, and this was the only skirt she had. Embarrassed and angry, Angela covered the

red mark on her skirt with one hand, but unfortunately, Jonathan saw it. She felt so embarrassed that

she wanted to disappear on the spot. “Get in the car!”

Jonathan’s cold voice came again. At this moment, the driver’s door opened, and Sebastian, the driver,

got out of the car. He smiled kindly and opened the back door, gesturing for her to get in. After thinking

for a moment, Angela didn’t want to be overly shy and got into the car, feeling embarrassed. But in her

current situation, she didn’t dare to sit on the seat, afraid of dirtying it. Angela lowered her head and

could only squat down, looking like a helpless little creature. Sebastian closed the car door and sat in

the front driver’s seat. He turned his head and asked Angela, “Miss, where do you live?” “In the military

district compound, on Northcity Avenue,” Angela answered cautiously, not knowing where to put her

hands and feet due to the embarrassment. Jonathan looked coolly at the crouching Angela and asked,

“Isn’t it uncomfortable to squat like this?” “It’s not uncomfortable. It’s fine…” Before she could finish her

sentence, Angela, due to nervousness, hit her head on the car roof, causing her pain and making her

too afraid to make a sound.

The rebuttal came too quickly, and she felt a bit awkward, burying her head even lower, not daring to

breathe loudly. Jonathan pursed his thin lips into a straight line, glanced at her, took off his suit jacket,

and threw it onto the nearby seat. “Use this as a cushion.” Angela widened her eyes in surprise, her

fan-like eyelashes trembling. This suit obviously had a high price tag. She had to figure out how to

afford her meals now, so how could she dare to use such an expensive suit as a makeshift cushion?

She couldn’t afford it. Seemingly aware of her thoughts, Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “Do you think I

need to extort money from a student like you?” Well… Angela accepted it, thanked him, and then

carefully stood up and sat in that spot. The car sped along the road, and to avoid awkwardness, Angela

kept her gaze fixed on the window. The bright car window reflected Jonathan’s profile: handsome and

unparalleled, clean, and clear, all while still exuding the maturity of a man. How could such an outstanding person die two years later? It was such a pity. Soon, the car stopped at an intersection.

Angela breathed a sigh of relief, thanked them, and immediately jumped out of the car. For some

reason, Sebastian also opened the car door and called her back. Sebastian hesitated briefly before

finally asking, “Miss, have you always lived in the military zone?

Are you familiar with an elderly woman named Charlotte?” Upon hearing this name, Angela raised her

gaze with curiosity. “You know my grandmother?” “Is she your grandmother? Can you tell me where

she is now?” Sebastian’s voice carried a hint of excitement. Angela nodded, but her expression turned Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

somewhat sad. “My grandmother passed away three years ago.” Sebastian seemed to have a hard

time accepting this news, disappointment filling his face. Sebastian wanted to say something else, but

in the end, he chose not to. He smiled kindly and said, “We arrived too late. Alright, young lady, you

may go upstairs.” Angela nodded, turned around, and walked back, her mind filled with speculation.

Was Sebastian looking for my grandmother because of Jonathan’s illness? In my previous life, did Jonathan die because they couldn’t find my grandmother? Before she took a few steps, a hurried voice

came from the car. “Master Jonathan, what’s wrong?” “The medicine, where is it?” Sebastian anxiously

searched through the car’s storage compartment. He distinctly remembered placing spare medicine

there, so why couldn’t he find it? Angela’s footsteps paused, and she quickly ran back, opened the car

door, and got in. She saw Jonathan with a pained expression, his brows tightly furrowed, his face as

pale as paper, and cold sweat seeping from his forehead. With one hand supporting his head, the veins

on his neck were pulsating. Jonathan fell ill? Angela was startled by this scene and instinctively reached out to feel his pulse. A few seconds later,

Angela pursed her lips, roughly understanding Jonathan’s condition, along with the scent of herbal

medicine emanating from his body. There was the aroma of magnolia bark, Centralis fungi, and

diazepam. And these were all herbs used to treat insomnia, excessive dreaming, and mental

weakness. Especially diazepam. Its use indicated that the situation was already very serious. Long-

term sleep disorders would make a person irritable and mentally exhausted. Treating it as a simple

sleep problem would be futile. Instead, with the passage of time, it would only worsen. Jonathan

opened his eyes, his black pupils as cold as ice, with a crimson tint at the corners. He gasped and

turned his head, his face shrouded in darkness. With great effort, he managed to utter a few words,

“Please keep your distance from me!”