The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1788

Yesterday she had only bumped her forehead, but today her entire face planted directly onto the concrete.

For a brief second, Claire was genuinely at a loss for what to do.

She wondered if she just shouldn't appear at the school gates at all.

Otherwise, people on skateboards would probably keep hurtling toward her.

"I'm so sorry, did I scare you?"

The skateboarder scrambled up from the ground, looking at Claire with sheer guilt.

"I'm sorry, do we know each other?"

Because the girl's face was covered in dirt from the fall, Claire couldn't immediately recognize her.

But the moment the girl lowered the hand shielding her face, Claire immediately spotted the massive, bruised lump on her forehead.

"Oh, it's you."

Impressive. The skateboarder had managed to eat pavement in the exact same spot twice!

"It's me, it's me! I originally came here to apologize and thank you properly."

"I didn't expect to come in so hot and wipe out again."

The girl looked incredibly embarrassed.

Claire, however, was unfazed. "It's fine. At least you didn't give yourself another concussion this time."

"But wait, they let you out of the hospital this fast with a concussion?"

Claire had taken her pulse yesterday; she knew exactly what kind of condition the girl had been in.

The skateboard girl gave a sheepish, painful smile—her face hurt too much to fully emote.

"No, I sneaked out."

"I hate hospitals. I've had terrible luck my whole life, and whenever I stay in a hospital, my luck just gets worse."

Claire instinctively took a step back. Seeing the girl stare at her with an accusatory pout, Claire gave a dry laugh. "Sorry, it's not that I'm afraid your bad luck is contagious."

The skateboard girl looked like she wanted to cry.

She could clearly tell that was exactly what Claire meant.

"You don't need to explain. I know my terrible luck is never going to change."

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