How Death Became My Rebirth novel Chapter 4

"From this moment onward, I, Cassandra, have nothing to do with the Yates family of Drieso," Cassandra stated loudly.

Benjamin and Miranda's faces were extremely gloomy as they fumed inwardly, 'How dare she! This is absurd!'

"Wow, what a show!"

"Yeah. The biological daughter became an adopted daughter and severed ties with the family!"

"It's so funny!"

"Hmph! Do you think you can leave just because you want to? Dad and Mom gave you life. How can you ever repay them for that? Do you seriously think you can settle it with just 12,000 dollars?" Jasper snorted coldly.

He was the pride of the Yates family, a highly accomplished young doctor who had received several awards.

However, behind his benevolent facade lay a sinister nature toward his own sister.

"Oh, you mean I owe them for giving birth to me? Yes, they gave birth to me, but they never really supported me, so I don't really owe them that much. You don't seriously think these mere two months can be considered 'raising me,' right?" Cassandra looked horrified as if the Yates family was a virus.

Every single one of them was evil.

The best way to punish evil people was to be more shameless than them.

Without giving them a chance to speak, Cassandra swiftly took out an army knife and cut her own wrist.

In an instant, blood dripped from her wrist.

"Ah!" Yulissa and the others present screamed in fear.

However, Cassandra wore a perverse, morbid look. Smiling bloodthirstily, she watched the blood trickle down her wrist.

Jasper's expression darkened. He never expected Cassandra to embarrass him in public.

"I'm repaying what I owe with blood. I vow to sever all ties with the Yates family for the rest of my life, starting from the moment I step out of the Yates residence alive."

After saying that, Cassandra left resolutely.

There was nothing important to her in this home.

She came to the Yates residence alone with nothing but two sets of clothes. Now that she was leaving, she didn't need to take anything with her.

The Yates family never bought clothes or shoes for her. In the past two months, Yulissa received small gifts every day, but none of those gifts were meant for Cassandra.

She came with nothing, so she would also depart with nothing.

Cassandra walked out with determination. Even her leaving silhouette portrayed a hint of stubbornness.

"There's nothing worth watching at this party now. Let's go."

"Yeah, this is so boring. Even in dramas, those parents can treat two girls fairly when they can't tell who their real daughter is."

"Dude, you are so right."

"The imposter takes over successfully! This must be tomorrow's headlines."

"Ms. Yulissa Yates is truly exceptional. Anyone with the right mind would have chosen her."

"Oh, look, we have some of Yulissa's admirers among us! Yulissa has quite the reputation for being affected, and I can't believe these men cannot see through her facade."

"Come on. That's what men like!"

On the side of the banquet hall, a man observed Cassandra's every action attentively, his gaze unfathomable.

He felt an overwhelming urge to rush out and protect her when he saw her cut her wrist.

Nevertheless, he forcefully suppressed that urge.

It was time for Cassandra to learn to grow up.

Even if the price was huge, she must grow up.

"Yannick, have someone protect her, take her to the hospital and arrange the best doctor," he instructed.

He was none other than Kenneth Zelinski, the formidable figure renowned in the capital, Drieso, was supposed to be the sole rightful heir of the Zelinski family. Yet, he found himself thrust into the underground fighting arena in the country of Atharia by his own father, left to fend for himself.

Years later, upon his return to Drieso, he swiftly sidelined his father within a month and sought ruthless revenge on those who had hurt him.

Though notorious for being cunning and savage, Kenneth was undeniably the wealthiest man in Drieso and, quite possibly, the entire country and globe.

"Yes, Mr. Zelinski!"

Yannick nodded, turned around, and went out from the other door, following Cassandra.

Meanwhile, Cassandra had walked out of the Yates residence.

The excessive blood loss caused her to look a little pale.

She grabbed her phone and dialed a number she memorized. "Jeremiah, pick me up at the Yates residence."

Cassandra sat quietly on the stone block outside the mansion and waited for Jeremiah to come and get her.

Yannick, pretending like he didn't know her, stopped his car in front of Cassandra.