I didn't push her

From what he gathered, Sefi's parents passed away when she still a baby and she was raised by an elderly grandmother, who had also passed away recently.

"I didn't push her; she fell down the stairs by herself!" Eve ran over to him, tears started to stream down her pretty face as she tugged at his arm like a little girl.

Turning around to face her, he gently wiped the tears on her face, and said: "Don't cry, your make up will get ruined."

Eve was obsessed with her makeup but this time, she didn't care about her makeup being ruined, she just wanted to be heard. She wanted her big brother to believe her. "Gege, you believe me, don't you?" She sobbed, raising her face pleadingly to meet his gaze.

He patted her on the shoulder lightly: "Of course, I believe you."

Eve may have been spoilt and sometimes unreasonable, but she wasn't a liar. She was crying because she hated being misunderstood.

He was now certain that she wasn't the one that pushed Sefi down the stairs.

But one thing for sure, she didn't bother to call an ambulance for her either.

***

Sefi munched on an apple as she watched Tracy iron a big pile of clothes.

She looked like she was dancing the robot. Sefi looked on in amusement. It was quite therapeutic watching her move her little arms back and forth, then folding over the clothes and repeating all over again.

Feeling the intense stare on her back, Tracy turned around and asked timidly "Am I doing a bad job? Do you want to iron instead?

Sefi smiled and shook her head. Was she having a laugh? Did she look like she knows how to iron clothes? The most she did to get rid of the creases was just to shake the clothes a couple of times.

"You used to do all of your ironing, even the young master's clothes. I can never iron as good as you, I'm afraid." Tracy said.

Sefi's smile froze. Iron that idiot's clothes? She has got to be joking! She was his fiancée, not his slave.

She may have lost her voice but she certainly wasn't stupid, she still had eyes, she could see the contempt in his eyes. It was so blatantly obvious that he looked down on her. Anyone with half a single brain cell could see that. He thought he was more superior to her.

Well, here's a reality check Mister. Apart from being good looking and having money, Nathan Tang had nothing else going for him. His personality sucked.

Her mind drifted to this morning. When the first ray of sunlight shined through the gap between the curtains and into the room.

She had slowly woken up and was glancing at the strange surroundings. It took her good few minutes before she remembered that this was her new home now.

Today was the second day of her rebirth. She tried to make a few sounds using her throat, but nothing came out. Nope, she was still like the Little Mermaid, just call her Ariel from now on.

Flopping back against the pillow, Sefi started banging her head against it. When was her bloody voice going to come back? She thought in annoyance.

After she was tired and dizzy from all the headbanging. She laid against her pillow to catch her breath. Turning her head to one side, she could see the shadow reflections of the profile of her face.

Bring up her hands together in boredom, she first made the shadow of a bird. As she twiddled her fingers, it flapped its wings like a bird soaring in the sky.

Yes, fly, my pretties, fly. She giggled in silence, thinking of the way the Wicked Witch cackled.

Then without realising, she made two little peacocks with her hands and pretended they were fighting by pecking each other. It may have been juvenile but it was a really good healer because she already felt her spirits uplifted.

After a good hearty breakfast of more rice porridge, she took a long hot shower and felt human once more.

"Would you like some poached pears? It's meant to be really good for your throat." Tracy asked, interrupting her train of thoughts.

Sure, why not. Sefi nodded, finishing up the rest of her apple before tossing the core into the bin. If it was good for her throat and will make her heal faster, then keep it coming!

"Okay, I'll go make it now, I won't be long," Tracy said, running out of the room.

No wonder she was so thin, Sefi thought to herself. She never just walked; she always ran.

Sefi took out the original owner's phone and directly scanned her face to unlock it.

She was thankful for this function because it saved a lot of trouble even though she already managed to crack the code.

It wasn't a hard one to crack, she could see the owner's fingerprints on the touch screen and it was the owner's birthday, which wasn't a surprise since most people used it as their password.

And how did she know what the owner's birthday was? Easy, she found the owner's ID card in the drawer. "Sefi Wong. Female, Born in China, Jinjiang. D.O.B: June 12, 2003".

She had browsed through a few hair-cutting tutorials this morning and it seemed easy enough. If she managed to get into Oxford, she can manage this, no problem.

One was the unicorn method, in which you gathered up all the hair to the front of the forehead like a horn, and then chopped it all off.

The second method was to divide the hair into two sections, right and left, bring both to the front of the chest then cut each one off at a time.

Since the scissors she had found wasn't that sharp. She opted for the second method.

Sitting in front of the dressing table mirror, scissors in one hand and hair in the other, she steadied her hand then made her aim and...