The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1832

"No," Yolande said. She knew if she told her, Ewan would never know a day of peace again.

He was just a classmate. He didn't owe her anything, and there was no need to drag him into this mess.

He had already suffered enough tonight, and she didn't even know how to apologize properly.

Claire glanced at Ewan.

Ewan immediately spoke up. "I just got yelled at. It's no big deal."

He looked worriedly at Yolande's cheek, holding a small jar of ointment. "But Yolande's face needs some attention, or it's going to swell up badly."

He couldn't fathom how a mother could strike her own daughter like that.

"I'll help her apply it," Claire said, taking the ointment.

She noticed Ewan's deep concern for Yolande and wondered if she was intruding on a moment.

Claire's touch was gentle but firm. Yolande tried her best to endure the sting, but tears still rolled down her cheeks.

Sometimes, she wished she didn't have a mother. Living with just her brother would have been enough. Otherwise, with a mother who constantly tried to drive a wedge between them, she and her brother might end up as enemies one day.

"Does it still hurt?" Ewan asked, his voice tight with sympathy as he handed Yolande a tissue. He wanted nothing more than to wipe away her tears himself but held back, afraid of crossing a line.

"It's better. This ointment is amazing," Yolande said, forcing a brave smile.

It was true; the soothing coolness had already numbed the stinging heat on her cheek.

Claire observed the two of them.

There was nothing inherently wrong with their interaction, but...

She could sense an undeniable romantic tension simmering between them.

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