Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 246: Olivia Knew

Olivia nodded with a gentle smile. "She looked really pale. Please go ahead."

Eleanor’s eyes flew open just a tiny bit.

No, no, no, no! Not a shot!

She shifted slightly on the bed like she was just waking up.

"...Ugh..." she groaned, pretending to be confused. "W-Where... am I?"

"You’re in the infirmary," Olivia said sweetly. "Don’t worry, you’re safe now. But you fainted in the middle of class, so the nurse is going to give you something to help."

Eleanor sat up a little too quickly and waved her hands, looking super panicked.

"W-Wait! I’m okay now!" she said, her voice still weak but rushed. "Really! I feel way better!"

The nurse raised an eyebrow. "You passed out cold. You still look pale. A quick injection will help."

Eleanor gave a shaky laugh and gripped the blanket. "I’m really scared of needles. L-Like... really scared. I think I’ll be fine if I just rest a little!"

But Olivia tilted her head, still smiling kindly.

"But it’s for your own good, Eleanor. You’re my best friend, remember? I want you to get better fast."

Eleanor looked at her, horrified.

"I-I mean, yes, but—can’t I just take some vitamins or... juice?"

The nurse had already pulled out the little vial and needle. "This will be over in a second, dear. Just a little pinch."

Eleanor started to panic for real this time.

Just as the nurse stepped closer with the needle in hand, Eleanor’s eyes widened in horror. Without thinking, she jumped off the bed and scrambled to her feet.

"N-No! Please, no injection!" she cried, backing away toward the door. "I-I’m fine now! Really!"

The nurse blinked in confusion. "Huh? But you fainted just a minute ago!"

Olivia looked at Eleanor with a surprised face and tilted her head. Her voice was soft, but her eyes had a strange glint.

"Eleanor... how are you standing up so easily?" she asked. "I thought your health was too weak?"

Eleanor froze.

She laughed nervously, waving her arms like she was trying to swat away the awkwardness in the air.

"Ahaha, well... I mean... maybe it was the shock of the needle! Yeah! That woke me up!" she said quickly. "It’s like... maybe that’s the magic of medicine? I got cured just from looking at it!"

The nurse looked confused, but Olivia smiled and gave a soft chuckle.

"That’s amazing," Olivia said. "Maybe we should tell everyone. They’d love to hear how you were magically healed just by seeing a shot."

Eleanor’s smile dropped fast.

"N-No need to tell anyone!" she said quickly. Then she lowered her voice and looked at Olivia with watery eyes. "Olivia... are you mad at me?"

Her voice turned soft and pitiful. "I didn’t mean to upset you. It was just... a misunderstanding. I never wanted to make you look bad. I swear."

Olivia looked at her for a long second. Then she nodded slowly, her smile calm but unreadable.

"I know," Olivia said gently. "I understand. You never meant to frame me."

She turned toward the nurse and smiled.

"She’s alright now. Thanks for your help. We’ll take it from here."

The nurse nodded and stepped out, closing the door behind her.

The room fell quiet.

Then Olivia turned to face Eleanor, her expression calm.

But her smile—wasn’t soft anymore.

"Eleanor," Olivia said, her voice still sweet, but her words sharp like glass, "do you really think I don’t know what’s going on in that little head of yours?"

Eleanor’s eyes widened. Her face went pale. For a second, her heart stopped beating.

"W-What do you mean?" she stuttered.

Olivia let out a soft laugh.

"Oh, come on. I’m a green tea bitch myself," she said, her tone playful—but cold. "You think I can’t recognize the games you’re playing?"

Eleanor backed up a little, her lips trembling.

"I-I don’t—"

Olivia cut her off.

"I used to think you were my best friend. But that was before I found out what you did to my brother."

Eleanor’s whole body froze.

"I never... I didn’t..."

"You played with his feelings," Olivia said, her smile fading. "You made him think you liked him. You made him fall for you. And then you tossed him aside like he was nothing."

Olivia’s eyes narrowed.

"I didn’t say anything before. I told myself maybe you didn’t mean it. I let it go because you once saved my life. I thought I owed you."

She took a step closer, her voice cold as ice now.

"But the moment you used Theodore—you became a thorn in my side."

Eleanor was trembling. Her hands were cold. She couldn’t even speak.

Olivia stared right into her eyes.

"From now on," she said, "if you ever try to pull something like this again—if you even think about framing me or hurting someone I care about—I’ll make sure you pay for it." freewebnoveℓ.com

Eleanor gulped. Her lips parted, but no words came out.

Inside her mind, she screamed, System! Check Olivia’s favorability points! Quick!

The system beeped in her head.

[Checking Olivia’s favorability...]

[Current favorability: -5]

Eleanor’s breath caught.

Minus 5?! But Olivia used to like me the most!

She bit her lip hard.

In her heart, she knew what had happened.

It’s because of Theodore.

She had always thought Olivia was just being overprotective of her brother.

But now, she understood something even worse—

Theodore mattered to Olivia way more than she ever guessed.

Eleanor didn’t say a word. Her lips were tightly pressed together, her fists clenched at her sides.

She watched Olivia walk toward the door—calm and graceful like always.

The door clicked shut behind her.

Outside the infirmary, Olivia leaned against the wall and slowly closed her eyes. For a moment, her expression wavered. She looked tired... hurt... and maybe even a little sad.

But when she opened her eyes again, they were calm—sharp, focused.

Just as she was about to walk away, someone passed by.

It was a tall boy with soft brown hair and a confident walk. He stopped in his tracks the second he saw her.

She didn’t notice him. She walked right past, her burgundy hair swaying behind her like a silk ribbon. Her pale skin practically glowed in the sunlight.

To him, she looked like a goddess.

He stared as she disappeared down the hallway.

The boy turned to a nearby student and tapped his shoulder. "Hey, uh... who was that girl just now?"

The student blinked. "That? That’s Olivia. She’s, like, the campus belle. Everyone knows her."

The tall boy’s eyes sparkled.

"Olivia," he repeated with a small smile.

The other student suddenly stared harder. "Wait a second... aren’t you—Mateo?! Like, the Mateo from—"

But before he could finish, the tall boy raised a hand and interrupted him.

"Shhh. Don’t say it out loud," he said, voice calm but firm. "I don’t want anyone to know who I am just yet."

The student blinked, then nodded quickly.

Mateo smiled to himself, eyes narrowing slightly.

So this is Olivia...

He quietly walked down the hallway in the same direction she had gone.

After recess, Olivia walked back into her classroom and sat in her usual seat by the window.

She didn’t talk to anyone. Her eyes were calm, but there was a tiredness behind them. Still, she straightened her notes and got ready for the next class.

Just then, the door opened and a new student walked in.

It was him—Mateo.

The class got quiet for a second as the teacher spoke.

"Everyone, please welcome a new transfer student. His name is Mateo. He’ll be joining our class from today."

Some students whispered excitedly.

"He’s so tall..."

"Look at his face! He’s hot!"

"Is he a model or something?"

Mateo gave a charming smile and bowed slightly. "Nice to meet you all."

The teacher continued, "Mateo, please sit beside Olivia. She’s the top of the class. She’ll help you catch up with the lessons."

Mateo’s eyes lit up just a little.

Bingo.

He walked over and sat down next to Olivia.

"Hi," he said nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "I’m Mateo."

Olivia looked at him and gave a polite smile.

"Hello," she replied. "I’m Olivia."

Mateo hesitated for a second, then leaned a little closer.

"Uh... since we’ll be sitting together, do you want to exchange numbers?"

Olivia turned her head slightly, still smiling, but her voice was calm and cool.

"I don’t usually share my number with strangers."

Mateo blinked, surprised.

"Oof, that hurt," he said, placing a hand over his heart and pretending to pout. "You’re so beautiful, and yet... so cold."

Olivia chuckled softly.

"Well, since you already know I’m beautiful, then you should understand why I don’t give my number to just anyone."

Mateo froze.

What?

This wasn’t what he expected. From everything he heard, Olivia was supposed to be sweet, gentle, kind—almost like an angel. The type to smile at everyone and help with homework.

But this Olivia?

She was confident. Calm. A little fierce even.

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