As high school approached, Layne feared that her outstanding granddaughter would attract unwanted attention. So, she encouraged Mya to continue pretending to be a bully.


    The smile vanished from Mya’s face.


    Did Cheyenne find out?


    The clothes were scavenged from a second-hand market by the household staff, who said they were taken from deceased patients in nearby hospitals.


    Most of these people had contagious diseases and no one to im their bodies. They were hastily cremated to dispose of them.


    When she sent the staff to buy the clothes, she had been discreet about it. She was afraid that if the matter got out, it would tarnish the “kind-hearted” image she had carefully built for herself.


    But how did Cheyenne find out?


    One day, after wearing a ck cotton coat, she feltpletely ufortable. She walked down the street feeling dizzy and lightheaded. identally, someone bumped into her.


    His scissors tore through her coat, causing dirty, bloody clumps of cotton to fall out, emitting a nauseating smell.


    People around her looked at her with disgust and disdain, covering their noses as they walked away from her.


    From that day on, rumors spread through the campus about Cheyenne’s unkempt appearance. Everyone assumed she had identally stained her clothes during her menstrual cycle, even dying the cotton inside the coat red.


    For young girls just starting junior high, many were na?ve about such matters. Cheyenne was shocked when she first discovered bloodied cotton inside her coat.


    She skipped ss and went home.


    At the doorstep, she saw an old and tattereddy, carrying a bag with a blue checkered pattern. The olddy opened the bag with a smile, revealing a pile of dirty clothes.


    The maid, with a disgusted expression, handed her two bills, then walked into the mansion, carrying the bag of clothes.


    A few dayster, Mya handed her two “new clothes,” one of which was from the bag.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    When the olddy came for the second time, Cheyenne followed her all the way to the ruins behind the hospital.


    It was a huge garbage dump.


    Piled high were discarded medical waste, bloodied needles, empty bottles, and a heap of abandoned clothes.


    Every day, old people and children came to scavenge through the trash, picking up clothes to wash and sell in the second-hand market.


    Curiously, Cheyenne opened a ck stic bag at her feet.


    As she pulled it open, she glimpsed something drenched in blood. It was a clump of severed human limbs, a head separated from its body, with red blood mingled with white brain matter.


    Some resembled bodies that were six or seven months old, almost formed with a basic human shape… Cheyenne let out a scream and flung the contents of her hands aside.


    The olddy, thinking that Cheyenne was also one of the trash collectors, mocked her for being startled. After all, these were all discarded waste from the gynecology department.


    Many of the pregnant students were underage and dared not tell their families, so they hurriedly had abortions. Since they couldn’t afford a cemetery plot, the hospital had to handle the disposal.


    For pregnancies in the early stages, they were flushed down the toilet using medication-induced abortion. For pregnancies further along, they had to undergo surgical procedures, during which the doctors used forceps to forcibly dismember the baby’s limbs before removing them.


    The patients didn’t want these fetal remains, and they were too small to be sent to the crematorium. So, they were packed in ck stic bags and treated as medical waste.


    The olddy was already ustomed to this. She patted Cheyenne’s shoulder tofort her and advised her which trash was worth collecting. She even boasted that she had sold a bag of clothes from a child who had died from lung cancer to a wealthy family, earning 200 dors. To her, that was a huge sum.


    If she were to sell those clothes in the second-hand market, she would only fetch a few dozen dors at most.


    Cheyenne’s second condition was simple. She wanted Mya and Nora to wear those clothes and stroll around the streets.


    Upon hearing this, Nora nearly had a breakdown. She couldn’t bear the thought of wearing clothesden with bacteria and viruses. She had always been delicate, and how could she wear clothes of the deceased?


    Mya was also afraid. She personally sent people to collect those clothes and knew exactly where they came from. Tearfully, she begged George to help her. She couldn’t wear them. What if she got infected?


    “What? You two can’t wear them, but Miss Lawrence can? What a mean stepmother.” Iker said with a hint of hostility, thinking about his three stepmothers, his voice tinged with anger. The mention of stepmothers provoked George, making him lose face.


    Yes, back then, even young Cheyenne wore those clothes. Now it was their turn, why couldn’t they bear it?


    As she grew older, Cheyenne burned most of those clothes, leaving only two sets as mementos, stored at the bottom of a box in the utility room.


    The maid quickly took the clothes downstairs.


    After several years of neglect, the clothes carried a musty smell and dust. They had faded significantly, and their style was outdated, with exaggerated ruffles and small floral patterns from over a decade ago.


    They were incredibly outdated.


    Not to mention Nora, the privileged heiress of the Lawrence family, even an ordinary woman wouldn’t wear them.


    Cheyenne mmed the clothes in front of them and ced her finger on the “enter” key. “You don’t have to wear them, but with just a gentle press of my finger, this video will be uploaded to the official school website.”


    “Not to mention, I have full confidence in making sure you don’t graduate.”


    Half of the school’s shares belonged to the Foley family. All Cheyenne needed to do was say a word to old Mr. Foley, and Nora’s dream of obtaining a graduation certificate would be shattered.


    But she didn’t bother to do that. She simply scoffed at the idea.


    “No! Cheyenne, please don’t post it. I will wear them. Nora, it’s okay, you just have to wear them for a bit…, if you can’t graduate, your study abroad ns will be ruined.”


    Mya had stooped low enough to kneel before that despicable Sh. Now it was just a matter of wearing some clothes of the deceased. They had been dead for so many years, she wasn’t afraid at all. At most, she would feel disgusted by the dirtiness of the clothes and take an extra shower when she got home.


    Nora stared resentfully at the woman in front of her. She was smiling with a smug look on her face, reveling in her victory.


    “I’ll wear them!” she said through gritted teeth.


    Treating others the way they treated you, that was something Nora excelled at. Both mother and daughter reluctantly put on the clothes, wearing expressions of despair.


    Little did they know, Cheyenne had boiled the clothes in hot water and sterilized them several times, after all, she had worn them before. She wouldn’t be foolish enough to neglect any precautionary measures, especially after seeing Mya’s true colors.


    All in all, they were getting off easy.