Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity!-Chapter 498 - 497: Brother and Sister Together 3

I’m sorry...

I’m sorry...

I really miss you...

Margarett Vance thought to herself, at this moment, she only felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her throat tightly, causing her pain that made it hard to breathe.

So sad, she could only try to breathe to relieve this pain.

But no matter how frantic or heavy her breathing was, it didn’t lessen the pain, instead, it grew worse.

She ran over like a madwoman, knelt by the little river, and kept slapping the water with her hand until she hysterically shouted out: "Mandy Sterling, Mandy, please, come back, I was wrong, I’m sorry, I’m sorry... please come back..."

"You said our friendship would last forever, you said you’d never leave me, come back, I miss you, I really miss you... Mandy, I’m sorry..."

Margarett Vance was trembling all over by the time she finished crying.

Yes, Mandy said she’d be with her for a lifetime. Was Mandy already thinking of making perfumes for her back then?

She knew her illness was difficult to survive, so she created a never-fading perfume to accompany her as if she were still there.

But what about herself?

What has she done!?

Sold her companionship for just a billion...

Why...

Why was she jealous? Why did she deliver a fatal blow to her?

She clawed at the mud on the ground, harder and harder, as if nothing she did could ever ease the pain in her heart: "I want you by my side now, I don’t want this billion, I just want you with me, I don’t want fame, will you come back?"

But she knows nothing will come back.

Mandy Sterling was the only person in this world who treated her so well, and such goodness will never happen again.

"Mandy..."

Seven years ago.

Margarett Vance was sixteen, in her second year of high school.

Mandy Sterling didn’t come to school, Margarett didn’t know what was happening and wanted to go to the orphanage to find her. As she walked out of the classroom, she overheard two students whispering.

Joanne Donovan muttered softly: "Did you hear? Rhonda Grant’s mom is a doctor and works at the hospital. Last night, Mandy Sterling suddenly got sick and was rushed to the hospital."

Rebecca Miller was shocked: "Did she catch a cold? I heard that leukemia patients who catch a cold can die."

Joanne Donovan didn’t understand what kind of disease leukemia really was, she just felt scared: "Oh my! Is Mandy Sterling going to die? Thinking about being in the same class as a dead person gives me the creeps."

Rebecca Miller had an expression of someone who feared nothing but chaos: "She probably is going to die, dying is good, we won’t have to see her face every day—ah!"

Before she could finish her words, Margarett Vance rushed over and punched her hard, making her scream in pain.

After seeing who it was, she frowned: "Margarett Vance, what are you doing?"

With reddened eyes, Margarett seemed to go mad, pushing her down onto the ground, slapping her face and pulling her hair, roaring in rage: "I won’t let you talk nonsense, won’t let you talk nonsense, won’t let you talk nonsense!"

"Ahh... please stop, please stop..."

"Mandy Sterling won’t die, she’ll live to a hundred, she won’t die, say it, say she won’t die!" Margarett continued hitting her while forcing her, her eyes filled with hostility.

Who would have thought, a high school student could have such strength and such intense hostility?

Others didn’t dare intervene, too frightened and lost.

Margarett Vance wouldn’t let go, as if only this could suppress her fear that Mandy Sterling would die: "I won’t let you curse, won’t let you have a filthy mouth, say it, Mandy Sterling won’t die!"

Rebecca Miller pleaded between her sobs: "Stop hitting me, I apologize, she won’t die, she’s fine, sob... she’ll get through this, sob..."

Finally, the homeroom teacher came over and separated the two.

In the principal’s office, Margarett Vance’s eyes were red, her whole body exuding a defensive posture, afraid she’d hear the words Mandy would die again.

Rebecca Miller was still crying.

Mr. Grant asked: "Tell the teacher, why did you hit her?"

"She deserved to be hit!"

Mr. Grant said displeased: "You’re classmates, it’s better to love each other, how could you hit someone so harshly, look at Rebecca Miller’s swollen face, do you know you were wrong?"

Margarett Vance was trembling all over, roaring: "I’m not wrong! I didn’t do anything wrong! She deserved it!"

"Look at you, such a stubborn child? Have your parents come and take you home, come back after you know you were wrong." Mr. Grant was quite upset too.

Upon hearing she needed her parents, Margarett Vance shivered, finally letting go: "They cursed Mandy Sterling to die, said she was seriously ill and went to the hospital, they’re talking nonsense, Mandy was fine just last night, she even treated me to ice cream, how could she be sick?"

After saying this, she was very afraid, looking at the teacher, blinking her eyes and asking: "Teacher, Mandy didn’t go to the hospital, right? Mandy won’t die, right..."

Finally, she began to cry, tears falling uncontrollably from her eyes, she asked between cries: "Waaah... I don’t want her to die, teacher, please tell me, Mandy won’t die, right, right..."

Margarett Vance was very insecure, she just wanted to hear an answer.

Mr. Grant saw her like this, and his eyes also reddened.

At this moment, the office door opened, Mandy Sterling walked in holding a language textbook, anxiously asking: "Margarett Vance, I heard you got into a fight? Why did you fight?"

Seeing her standing there fine, Margarett ran over, hugged her, and cried even harder: "They said you were going to die..."

Mandy Sterling saw her like this, both angry and amused, patting her back: "How could I be so fragile, dying just because of a curse, don’t cry anymore, you’re already sixteen and still cry so ugly, in the future, don’t cry anymore..."

Even if she really died, don’t cry...

"I don’t want to, I’m scared, I want to cry!" Margarett said while stomping her feet.

Mandy Sterling sighed softly, sounding helpless and sad, as if reluctant: "You like this, how can I be at ease?"

You like this, how can I be at ease...

This sentence was like a needle piercing into her heart.

Living with Mandy Sterling for three years, she said goodbye to her many times in her own special way, so that when she left, it wouldn’t hurt so deeply.

She kept ignoring it, kept ignoring it...

In the end, Mandy Sterling really left.

She remembered that summer afternoon seven years ago, the sunlight was bright, the collars of their clothes were drenched in sweat, smelling a bit stale.

Clearly hugging made it hotter, made more sweat, but she couldn’t bear to let go.

Remembered her two sentences.

In the future, don’t cry anymore...

You like this, how can I be at ease?

Really haven’t cried for a long time, for a long time...

"Ah, there seems to be someone in the river."

"Oh gosh, there really is, wonder if they’re still breathing."

"Quick, quick! Get in the water, save them!"

Suddenly, she heard a man’s voice in her ear: "Grab onto me, don’t let go."

She didn’t want to listen, she just wanted to be free.