The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 953

"That sounds brutal," Zara gasped.

The pampered heiress had grown up completely sheltered from the harsh realities of the world.

"That wasn't even the half of it," Lex continued. "After school, I had to gather grass for the pigs, chop it all up, and feed them. Then I'd work in the fields. When the wheat was ready, I harvested wheat. When the rice was ready, I harvested rice..."

The endless list of grueling chores was impossible to fully convey.

The other three couldn't even fathom how Lex managed to fit all that labor into a single day.

"Compared to you, I practically grew up as royalty," Zara admitted.

Claire had endured her fair share of misery under Octavia's thumb, but even her struggles paled in comparison to Lex's relentless physical toil.

Skylar came from a comfortable middle-class background, with parents who ran a small business. She had never known true scarcity either.

None of them had ever experienced Lex's level of hardship, and their admiration for her only deepened.

The intense stares made Lex blush with embarrassment.

"It wasn't a big deal, really. I was used to it."

"Now that I'm away from home, getting a college education, and actually doing what I want to do... I couldn't be happier."

"This camp might feel like torture to you guys, but for me, it's just another Tuesday."

Simply put, grueling manual labor was Lex's comfort zone.

Claire found herself at a loss for words, deeply moved by her friend's resilience.

With the military training program reaching its halfway mark, most of the students had finally acclimated to the punishing rhythm.

"The second we're out of here, I'm booking a full-day spa treatment. I am exhausted!" Zara complained, absolutely horrified by the toll the outdoors was taking on her appearance.

That thought prompted her to look back at Claire. "Seriously, bestie, drop the skincare routine. How is your skin still so flawless?"

Claire explained that it was a combination of internal wellness and external care.

"I regularly drink herbal infusions, and my sunscreen and moisturizers are all custom-made formulas."

Zara sighed. "Alright, I bow down to your expertise."

However, until she saw definitive results from the Experimental Scar Gel, she wasn't about to risk smearing any more unbranded, homemade concoctions on her face.

If something went wrong, her entire face could be ruined.

That being said, after using the gel for a few days, she could swear the scars on her skin were subtly fading.

Claire was utterly baffled. "How do you even fall out of a tree doing military drills?"

That question only caused Van's expression to darken with fury. "Believe me, I'm going to conduct a full investigation."

He actually already knew exactly what had happened. A few bored idiots had stolen rations from the cafeteria and tried to stash them high up in the branches for a midnight snack.

He was absolutely livid at their sheer stupidity.

"There's no time to explain! Let's go!"

Hearing the urgency in his voice, Claire didn't hesitate.

So much for her hard-earned break.

The other three watched in utter bewilderment as Claire sprinted off after the Chief Instructor.

"I heard every single word they just said," Zara muttered, "but my brain isn't processing any of it."

"It sounded like he was asking Claire to save someone's life. How does the Chief Instructor know she has medical skills?"

Skylar was equally perplexed.

Did they do deep-dive background checks for summer camp now? Was military intelligence really thorough enough to dig up Claire's medical background?