They Erased Me, So I Rewrote My Life Chapter 29

They Erased Me, So I Rewrote My Life Chapter 29

There it was.

In my last life, this had happened after I was completely isolated.

In this life, it was coming early.

“And?” I asked.

“And? Eliza, don’t you get it? They want to lock you up.”

“I get it,” I said. “But this call isn’t a simple warning, is it, Bryce? You’re hedging your bets on behalf of your family. You’re afraid an unstable asset like me will drag down your future political partner.”

The other end of the line went silent.

After a few seconds, Bryce spoke again.

“How did you become like this? You’re so cold now.”

“I haven’t changed,” I interrupted. “I just finally see things clearly.”

I hung up.

My hand was shaking.

Not from fear.

From anger.

That familiar, icy rage surged up from deep inside me.

A few minutes later, Ethan called.

I hung up immediately.

Then Mother, then Father.

I answered none of them.

I hated this feeling.

I had thought I had built my walls high enough, but their shadows could still stretch a thousand miles and fall over my life.

An hour later, the dormitory landline rang.

It was Dean Albright.