With this question in mind, I entered the room that the Kingsley family had offered me, which was at the entrance of the first floor staircase, close to the servants. They told me that it was convenient to take care of me.
I was the one who strayed, and it was me who was found and brought home, but why did they treat me with such contempt?
When I first returned to the Kingsley Manor in my previous life, I felt like everyone had wronged me, so I kept asking for more.
I hid away silently this time, and I planned to get out of here as soon as I could survive on my own.
I didn't want to annoy anyone.
I found Susan's room, knocked, and entered.
Susan was sick of me, but she never looked down on me. Besides, she was one of the few people willing to help me in my previous life.
I came in and said bluntly, "Please lend me some money, and I'll give it back to you soon."
"Why are you borrowing money from me?"
"I need to do something to move out soon to keep from annoying you guys."
Susan sighed helplessly and loaned me tens of thousands of dollars.
I took the money and got on a bus back to my house in the slums.
No one ever asked where I went.