Chapter 3

The next day, I walked into the Cambridge Admissions interview room.

I performed brilliantly during the interview, confident and composed.

A stark contrast to the timid girl I'd been in my past life.

After the interview, I ran into Tiffany Reid waiting downstairs.

She was dressed in designer clothes, and seeing me, she immediately puffed out her stomach.

She deliberately waved a sonogram printout in front of me.

"Ava, Derek and I are having a baby. You'll never have the right to steal him away now!"

I was completely baffled. When did I ever try to steal him?

Lately, I'd deliberately avoided both of them at school. Running into her today? Guess I just have terrible luck!

I glanced at the sonogram. The date was last week.

But they'd only been together for half a month.

A suspicion formed in my mind. Was this child really Derek's?

But it wasn't my business anymore.

I replied coldly, "Well, congratulations."

With that, I turned to leave.

Seeing that I wasn't upset, Tiffany became irritated instead.

She deliberately patted her belly, as if it harbored supreme glory.

Then she advanced, practically backing me into a corner.

"What are you trying to act all high and mighty for? You must be so jealous of me, jealous to the point of madness! I hate seeing that condescending look on your face! You're just a little richer than my family, what else do you have that's better than me?"

I sneered, "Yes, my family is rich, which means I don't have to try to please a man by having his baby."

Tiffany heard that and immediately flew into a rage.

She suddenly swayed, let out a gasp, and clutched her stomach as she stumbled backward.

"Ah! It hurts! Ava! Are you trying to kill my baby?!"

A tall figure abruptly rushed over.

Derek's face was ashen. He caught Tiffany, then swung around and slapped me hard across the face.

A sharp, burning pain spread through my cheek.

"Ava! You vicious witch!" Derek roared, his eyes blazing. "I warned you not to touch Tiffany! How dare you lay a hand on her when she's carrying my child!"

Tiffany melted into his arms with a delicate sob.

"Derek, my stomach... I'm so scared for the baby..."

"I never pushed her!" I protested. "I was here for my Cambridge interview!"

Derek's gaze turned to ice.

"You? Get into Cambridge? Don't make me laugh. Get out of my sight!"

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I fiercely held them back.

I stopped explaining. After all, I'd be going to Cambridge very soon.

Behind me, Derek was comforting Tiffany.

"She's just a jealous shrew! But don't worry, I truly don't like her at all!"

Tiffany's voice, filled with the joy of victory, gently echoed his.

"Derek, don't be angry. She's not worth it."