Rebirth Reclaiming Her Self (Angela and Joseph)

Chapter 3

George couldn’t help but frown. “Angela, be careful with your attitude.” Angela was taken aback for a

moment, then smiled and said, “Is my attitude not satisfactory, Mr. Kins?” Scarlet’s face turned sour,

and she said, “Angela, that’s your father. How can you speak to him like that?” The third son Zacharias

sneered, “What’s wrong? Angela, are you throwing a tantrum again, acting like a spoiled princess? NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Look at how indulged you are. Now, you’ve even disowned your own parents. If you leave the Kins

Family, you’re nothing.” “Yes, you’re right.”

Angela lay back down and started dismissing them. “If you have nothing else to say, please leave. I

need to rest. Goodbye.” She protected Fanny and tried to escape but was beaten up by the thugs even

more. She was still lying in the hospital while they came to seek justice for Fanny, who was standing

there unharmed. She was reliving her past life. She hadn’t even been discharged from the hospital, and

they targeted her chance at the Brundelian speech. Angela didn’t want to have anything to do with

these hideous creatures. She just wanted them to leave as soon as possible. Everyone frowned, and

Samuel exploded. “Angela, are you out of your mind? Do you know what you’re saying? You actually

want to kick us out. Who do you think you are?” Angela turned away, refusing to communicate with

them any further. In this lifetime, she wouldn’t let Fanny have the chance to attend that speech

competition. Not a chance in hell. Fanny glanced up slightly, her gaze sweeping over Angela’s back,

with a hint of confusion in her eyes. Then, she smiled. It seems that Angela isn’t that foolish after all. The Kinses were upset. Seeing that Angela was unresponsive, they said a few harsh words and left.

The door was slammed shut, making a loud noise that even caused a piece of wall to peel off. It could

be imagined how angry the Kins Family members were at this moment. As the door closed, Angela

opened her eyes. Her heart was calm at this moment. It turned out that not yearning for the warmth of

family and no longer being a sycophant could be so satisfying. In her previous life, she was too

arrogant, always thinking that as long as she was sensible enough and excellent enough, she could

integrate into this family. But what did she get in return?

She had done her utmost for the Kins Family. Since I have a chance to start over, I need to live a different life and not repeat the same mistakes. The door was pushed open again, and Angela

impatiently turned to look at the person coming in, Joseph, who had just left and returned. He walked to

the bedside and said to Angela, “Angela, don’t be so stubborn. It shouldn’t be so difficult to apologize to

Fanny and promise that you won’t do such things again. As long as you do that, you will still be seen

favorably by everyone, and Mom and Dad won’t ignore you.” But the only response Joseph received

was silence. Angela closed her eyes and didn’t want to talk to him. Joseph sighed and said, “Rest well.

I’m leaving.” The door was closed again. After all the commotion, Angela felt a bit thirsty and got up to

find some water to drink. The hospital corridor was filled with all kinds of people. During this period,

there was no distinction between outpatient and inpatient departments in the hospital, and the space

was limited. It was not uncommon for several people to share a ward. After getting some cold water

from the water dispenser in the corner, Angela took a few big sips and felt much better. She then got

some hot water and was about to leave when she turned around and saw a man sitting in a wheelchair

behind her. The man had deep facial features and was dressed in a neatly tailored shirt. His sleeves

were casually rolled up, revealing his long and fair wrists. Even in a wheelchair, his noble and cold

temperament couldn’t be hidden. “Hello, Jonathan,” Angela stammered as she greeted him. Upon

hearing Angela’s voice, Jonathan, with his ink-colored eyes, raised his gaze and looked at her. “Hmm?”

“I am Angela. We met at the Sanders Residence before,” Angela said, feeling pressured under

Jonathan’s intimidating gaze, struggling to speak clearly.

Angela had seen him twice before. He was Christopher’s half-brother. To be precise, she was very

concerned about anything related to Christopher. It was rumored that Jonathan had suffered from a

chronic illness since childhood, but he had exceptional talent in business. He held the fate of the

Sanders Family in his hands, so he had a supreme position in the family. Although he was the eldest

son of the Sanders Family, he didn’t bear the Sanders surname for some unknown reason. And most

importantly, Jonathan would pass away at a young age due to illness in two years. At that thought,

Angela’s heart skipped a beat, and she glanced at Jonathan’s almost perfect profile, seeing complexity

in his eyes. Due to her previous life, Angela was completely devoted to her family and had no idea

when Jonathan passed away. Later, when she heard about it, she couldn’t help but feel regretful for a

while. Jonathan faintly responded, “A friend of Christopher from the Kins Family?” Angela nodded

hesitantly, somewhat surprised that he knew. “Yes…” Although the man had an exceptionally

handsome appearance, his eyes were too cold, emitting a chilling aura. Angela felt uneasy,

unconsciously gripping the cup in her hand. In her previous life, she had fallen for Christopher and

pursued him relentlessly, and almost everyone knew about it. During the two visits to his family, she

tried to win their favor by being overly accommodating and flattering.

She thought she had done well. But later, she found out that they thought she was a joke. They

mocked her behind her back, saying she lacked self-respect as a girl, chasing after a man like that,

being frivolous and lowly. Glancing at the water dispenser, then at Jonathan’s wheelchair, Angela kindly

took the cup from Jonathan’s hand and got some water for him. Jonathan held the cup in his hand, his

narrow eyes turning slightly as he calmly said, “You don’t need to please me; I have no say

Christopher’s affairs.”