How Death Became My Rebirth by Evelyn Florence

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Cassandra looked at Omar, feigning sorrow. “Cassidy's ill. She used to support and respect you a lot. Since you

don’t want to save her, | guess there's nothing | can do.”

Omar was lost for words.

‘Playing the victim? What a nice trick!

‘However, since it was Cassidy, I'd like to offer a hand.”

So he asked, “Tellabout her.”

He didn’t want Cassandra to lose any of her true friends.

Cassandra shared Omar Cassidy's situation, Omar was also shocked at the severity.

“Do you needto help?”

“It’s a bit tricky but not too difficult. We're just short of a few herbs...” Cassandra's intentions were abundantly

clear.

Omar got the point.

“What do you need?” Omar resigned himself to his fate, figuring that offering willingly was a far better option

than being outright robbed.

Cassandra listed five names. Giving away each one of them would make Omar's heart bleed.

He thought, ‘The cunning girl deliberately chose the rarest ones!

‘Can she be even more “considerate”?*

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“Wait here,” Omar said and reluctantly went to his pharmacy and cut a bit of each herb Cassandra requested, his

heart bleeding.

While doing this, he pondered, ‘Hopefully, it would be enough.”

Soon, Omar returned with the herbs, “Take these and go back quickly.”

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“There's no rush. Cassidy just stopped her previous medication today. She needs to stop for three days before

we can start the new treatment. I'll go back tomorrow.” Cassandra yawned after insisting on staying here.

“I'll go see Grandma and then head to bed,” she added, outlining her plans before promptly heading out with

Kenneth, making sure to secure the herbs.

Since it all went surprisingly smoothly, with the rare herbs in hand, she adjusted her plan and decided to lighten

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Omar's collection only “a bit” that night.

Omar watched Cassandra's departing figure, puzzled, ‘Is she really going to stay?‘

Later that night, Omar was asleep when Cassandra suddenly got up, startling Kenneth.

He thought, ‘Didn’t we get the herbs already? Then we can just leave tomorrow. What she’s planning now?’

“Kenneth, grab the stuff. We're heading htonight,” Cassandra whispered as if about to commit theft.

“Huh? Why the rush?” Kenneth was a little confused.

“Perfect timing for a getaway.” She knew too well that Omar was a heavy sleeper, now was their best chance to

raid his treasure trove.

Kenneth was stunned, ‘What, a getaway?

‘Is she planning to grab those herbs right now?"

Without a second thought, Kenneth sent a message to Yannick. And soon three people were mobilized, entering

Omar's house.

Cassandra and Kenneth quietly went downstairs and sneaked into Omar's pharmacy.

Familiar with the layout, Cassandra opened the treasure cabinet, filled with Omar's prized herbs, sexclusive

to his collection.

With three extra pairs of hands, they managed to take a significant amount.

As they left, Cassandra told Ethan, “You're good with psychological support. If the Omar faints from shock

tomorrow, call me!”

Then, Kenneth drove them away.

The next day, Omar found the silence in the house unsettling. And he noticed that the door of Cassandra’s room

was open.

He immediately knew that something was amiss.

He could barely contain his unease. ‘My herbs! My treasure!!

Rushing to his pharmacy, the sight nearly made him faint, but Ethan caught him in time.

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Omar asked in shock, “Who are you? Why are you here?”

“I'm here to look after you, as ordered by Mr. Zelinski,” Ethan said this as if Kenneth was the culprit.

‘Mr. Zelinski? Is he one of Kenneth’s men?”

The mention of Kenneth irritated Omar even more.

‘This Mr. Zelinski is literally a bandit! All my treasures are gone now. It would be better to kill me!”

“Go to ask your Mr. Zelinski to give my herbs back!” Omar was beyond furious.

He knew that Cassandra would definitely take the herbs, but he didn’t expect that she would rob him of a

significant portion of his collection.

‘40%, Cassandra! Did you think you're entitled to a share of my stock? That's too much!”

“Mr. Mccall, calm down. Whatever Mr. Zelinski took is for a good reason. After all, he’s sort of your son-in-law,”

Ethan tried to soothe him, but to no avail.

“Humph, a good reason? It’s for Cassandra! He knows nothing about traditional medicine. Cassandra is the one

who covets my collection.”

He mused, ‘What Mr. Zelinski? I'm not a fool. It must be Cassandra who planned all this. No one except her has

the ability to pick those herbs that are mutually complementary!

‘No, | can’t just sit idly by. | need to implement better security measures specifically targeted at Cassandra!‘

Back at Pinehart Mansion, Cassandra was thrilled.

It was almost dawn. Having secured her coveted herbs, Cassandra, who was too excited to sleep, dived into her

lad.

After categorizing and experimenting with them, she emerged, visibly pleased.

“Happy?” Kenneth asked.

“Yeah, these are all mine now. I'd be crazy not to be happy.” She had been eyeing these for so long, and now

that they were finally hers, she couldn't help but revel in the joy.

“As long as you're happy.” Kenneth’s lips curled into a sly smile, his eyes gleaming with mischief, hinting, “Now

that the wife is happy, shouldn't the husband get a little happiness too?”

Cassandra was caught off guard.

“I'm off to prepare medicine for Cassidy. | don’t have that time. You go ahead and enjoy yourself,” she said

before turning to leave. But she wasn’t fast enough to escape Kenneth, who caught her in his grasp.

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Cassandra found herself cradling in Kenneth’s arms, and the latter said, “I know how quickly you work with your

medicines. Cassidy needs to stop her medication for three days, and you need to check on her again in one day.

There's still plenty of time. I've been your accomplice in crime, isn’t it only fair to reward your husband?”

Kenneth grinned cunningly. He was running out of time, with only two days left before his intense training

session began, which he would also attend. Soon, he'd have to live like a monk.

Failing to seize this moment would be a disservice to himself.

After a moment's thought, Cassandra, wrapping her arms around his neck, gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Is

this enough?”

“Far from enough.” He would not be satisfied by a kiss.

Kenneth carried Cassandra back to the bedroom. The latter's eyes were wide open out of embarrassment.

“Don’t be naughty. It’s still daytime. Not now.”

Even with the curtains drawn, the sunlight could seep through. Thinking of what would happen next, she blushed

as red as a rose.

Kenneth'’s bold moves and unwavering gaze spoke of a desire.