Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151: Guidance

"You lying snake! Do you think I’ll let you off, hah?!"

"Get your hands off me!"

"No, you let go!"

"Kyah!"

Patricia and Nina’s squeal echoed in the restroom as they grabbed each other’s hair. They aggressively screamed their lungs out, calling each other’s names, and blaming each other for their situation.

Yet, neither of them had realized even if this didn’t happen, their previous actions would also warrant heavy consequences.

"Kyah! You’re hurting me!" Nina yelled.

Patricia yelled back. "You lying piece of snake!"

As they fought each other, some students who were about to use the restroom halted. They were astounded at the fierce catfight happening inside before one quickly reacted and called for the teacher. _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}

"What is happening here?! Patricia! Nina!"

Despite the teacher’s yell to stop the fight, Nina and Patricia didn’t let go. Instead, Patricia pulled Nina’s hair even more violently.

"Liar! Fake friend! Snake!"

"Patricia, you’re hurting me!" Nina yelled back, but instead of her earlier fierceness, she quickly changed her tone when she heard the teacher’s voice.

"You two!" the teacher yelled once more before he stepped in to pull them apart from each other. It took a lot of force and strength from the teacher and some students to separate the two.

Standing between Patricia and Nina with other students holding them, the teacher shook his head. "You two, to the guidance office — NOW!"

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After the headmaster’s meeting regarding the flowerpot incident, he quickly gathered the faculty staff, school staff, and everyone for an important meeting. Hence, even if some of the teachers showed favoritism and would turn a blind eye to such incidents, they couldn’t. Otherwise, they would risk their careers once the headmaster heard it.

In the guidance office, Patricia and Nina sat opposite each other. Patricia continued to glare daggers at Nina while Nina avoided her gaze. Nina’s expression, however, showed the same displeasure as the one Patricia was wearing.

"Oh, my goodness!" Suddenly, Mrs. Miller’s voice echoed in the office.

"Mom!" Patricia stood up and melted into her mother’s embrace.

Mrs. Miller sported a look of worry and alarm. By how pale and aghast she looked, it was evident she rushed here the moment she heard the call from the guidance office.

"Patricia, what is going on here?" she gazed down and fixed her daughter’s tangled and messy hair.

’Tch!’ Nina clicked her tongue and looked away.

Jessa stopped a few steps from Mrs. Miller, folding her arms, looking at the woman from up and down.

"Haha! No wonder that brat behind you is so tacky! The tree is tacky and so is the fruit as well!"

"Huh?" Nina furrowed her brows, looking at Jessa with wide eyes. "Auntie, what are you...?"

"Wha — what did you just say?" Mrs. Miller scoffed while Patricia clasped her mother and hid behind her. "Did you — did you just call me — hah! The nerve! Who in the world are you!?"

Jessa sneered, her expression ready to bite these mother and daughter duo. "I am the one and only Jessa Cortez, and the guardian of the child you kept talking down to!"

The teacher sighed helplessly as he tried to intervene. But alas, both women were in their fighting mode and he was afraid they would just beat him just because he was in the way.

"You!"

"Go ahead and touch me!" Jessa warned as she took another step, making Mrs. Miller step back on instinct. "Touch me and you’ll see what you’re looking for. Unlike you, I hadn’t paid for any Botox treatment!"

Mrs. Miller’s face reddened in anger, but Patricia tugged her clothes.

"Mom, let’s not fight her," Patricia muttered, knowing Jessa even crushed the headmaster with her words yesterday. If her mother fought her, she was afraid Jessa would send them to the hospital. Worse. Straight to the heavens!

"Goodness. I just said I’ll only think of happy moments today to prevent any wrinkles from showing, but people just make it so hard for me to do so." Jessa shook her head and her eyes fell on Nina. The latter’s shoulders stiffened, but Jessa didn’t say anything as she shifted her eyes to the teacher. "Are you the teacher or the clown to make me laugh? What are you still doing? Waiting for another catfight?"

The teacher cleared his throat and told them to sit down so they could discuss the situation with the guidance counselor.