I Turn My Back on Her Begging Figure

Synopsis

"Your money makes me sick," Iris Blackwell snapped, hurling the black bank card straight at my face. The card's edge sliced across my cheekbone, making me hiss in pain. I opened my eyes to her face, etched with coldness and contempt. It was exactly like in my previous life, when she and Silas Pemberton, her first crush, shoved me off the rooftop together. This time, I didn't bother to make excuses like an idiot. I bent down, picked up the card from the floor, wiped off the dust, and said coolly, "Fine, as you wish."