The Real Heiress Is Coming Back (Hannah Carter) novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34

“Before you started throwing punches, didn’t you think to explain why?” Hannah raised her hand and asked calmly.

“No idea. Can’t handle the consequences of what you do?” one girl sneered.

“Maybe try to figure out who you are before daring to flirt with Lily’s crush, Owen,” said another.

The two muscular girls each threw in a comment.

Hannah thought for a moment and guessed they meant what happened with Owen this morning. She rolled her eyes in exasperation.

She glanced at Lily with a mocking look. “Are you an idiot?”

“Damn,” Lily spat out her gum and cursed, “You must be bored out of your mind.”

“You’re the idiot,” Hannah shot back.

“How dare you talk back to Lily? You’re asking for trouble.”

The three clenched their fists and cracked their knuckles, making Yvette tremble with fear. She hadn’t expected knives.

She tugged at Hannah’s school uniform. “Hannah, don’t provoke them anymore.”

Unfazed, Hannah replied, “If you’re coming for me, don’t hurt anyone else. Let Yvette go.”

“Do you think we’re stupid? Let her go so she can run and tell the teachers?” one of the muscular girls sneered.

But Lily said, “It’s fine. Let her go.”

She fixed Yvette with a threatening stare. “If you even think about telling the teachers, I swear you’ll never be able to stay at Cavalor.”

Yvette shuddered, clutching Hannah’s clothes. “I-I’m not leaving. I’ll stay and stick with you.”

Even though her voice trembled with fear, she refused to run off alone.

“No need. Go wait outside. I have something to ask you later.” Hannah gave her a reassuring look.

Yvette hesitated but eventually went outside.

As the door closed, Hannah suddenly said, “Guard the door. Don’t let anyone in.”

Yvette froze, thinking, ‘Hannah’s afraid others will see her getting bullied? Makes sense. This kind of thing is shameful, and spreading it would only make things worse,

‘Should I tell the teachers? But if I do, will Lily really make it impossible for me to stay at Cavalor?’

After school, the hallway outside the classroom was empty. Yvette stood nervously by the restroom door for ten minutes before finally making up her mind.

‘Is it still okay to go tell the teachers now?’ she wondered.

Creak.

The restroom door opened.

Hannah walked out unharmed.

“Hannah, are you okay?” Yvette scanned her from head to toe and was surprised to find not a scratch on her.

“I’m fine. Let’s go,” Hannah said.

“How did they let you go so easily?” Yvette asked, shocked.

Previously, just blocking Lily’s way on the stairs had gotten Yvette pushed down.

Another time, she was splashed with water and locked inside the restroom for an entire afternoon because she was a bit slow.

“Maybe they finally realized something,” Hannah replied.

‘They realized? They realized bullying is wrong?’ Yvette thought.

Yvette followed Hannah’s footsteps, glancing back several times, but the other three girls didn’t come out.

The two returned to class.

“Hannah, thank you,” Yvette said, still shaken.

Every time she was bullied before, nobody ever cared.

Even though they’d come looking for trouble just now, Yvette believed if she’d stayed, they’d have turned on her, too.

She didn’t know what Hannah had done to deal with them, but her gut told her Hannah was really something.

“Oh, by the way, you said you had something to ask me just now; what was it?” Yvette suddenly remembered

Hannah’s earlier words.

Hannah finished packing her bag and looked at her.

Yvette blushed under her gaze, smiling shyly.

Sensing it was the right moment, Hannah got straight to the point. “Is Gantt Hollow your father?”

Yvette’s smile instantly froze, as if recalling something dreadful.

In the next moment, with a thud, she fell to the floor along with her chair, her face full of terror even worse

than when facing Lily.

“I-I don’t know Gantt,” Yvette stammered, hurriedly stuffing her bag away, then stumbled and fled the classroom.

Watching her retreating figure, Hannah thought, ‘Looks like I found the right person.’

She had watched the footage of the car accident countless times. The traffic rules had been fine; suddenly, a car sped out and hit her foster mother’s car.

The case concluded that the driver was drunk driving, but since he was dead, there was no one to hold accountable.

Yet after the driver’s death, his wife suddenly had money for treatment, and their daughter was now attending Cavalor School.

Hannah couldn’t help but suspect there was something fishy going on.

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Susie deliberately waited until the classroom was empty before slowly packing her books.

Then she headed toward the restroom.

She had heard that Lily was going to teach Hannah a lesson after school.

She wanted to see Hannah’s miserable state with her own eyes.

The hallway was deserted, and the restroom door was closed.

Susie stood outside and listened for a while, but heard nothing.

Curious, she gently pushed the door open and was startled.

Lily and her two henchwomen were sprawled awkwardly on the wet floor, limbs twitching as they crawled painfully toward the door, their faces twisted in agony.

Thankfully, it was broad daylight. If it were night, it would have looked like a scene from a horror movie.

Seeing someone finally arrive, they weakly lifted their heads, mouths open as if to call for help, but no sound came out. Tears streamed down their faces uncontrollably.

Susie was horrified and utterly baffled. ‘What’s going on? Weren’t they here to punish Hannah? Why are they all on the floor, and where is Hannah?’ she wondered.

“Call 911,” Lily managed to write on the floor through her tears, begging Susie to call an ambulance.

That night, department heads from Traditional Medicine, Surgery, Orthopedics, and Neurology gathered at Starlake General Hospital to study the case.

They finally diagnosed the three girls’ condition.

Their limbs, speech, and tear ducts had been punctured with needles.

No other bruises or injuries appeared on their bodies, indicating the person was highly skilled in

acupuncture, definitely an experienced healer specializing in traditional medicine.

‘But why would an experienced traditional medicine healer pull such a childish prank on three students at school?’ they wondered.

“Sorry to interrupt,” a soft voice suddenly echoed in the conference room.

The door opened, and a man wearing thick glasses peeked in.

“Who’s there? You know, hospital meeting rooms aren’t for wandering in. Huh? Mr. Reese, it’s you,” one of the doctors scolded, but then awkwardly smiled upon recognizing him.

Percival had been searching for clues about the Nameless Healer. The moment he heard the experienced traditional medicine healer, he perked up.

“Where can I find this experienced traditional medicine healer?” he asked.

“We haven’t seen him ourselves, but patients in Room 201 might know,” another doctor replied.

Percival thanked them and headed to Room 201.

Inside, Scarlett Ashfall guarded Lily’s hospital bed, glaring fiercely at Jett. “Find out who did this at your school. I want that madman’s whole family to pay.”

When a student gets hurt at school, the administration bears some responsibility, even if the student’s behavior was problematic.

Besides, Murel Ashfall held an important city position.

“Mrs. Ashfall, please calm down. I’ll investigate this thoroughly,” Jett assured her with a respectful nod.

Lily lay weak on the bed, unable to speak or move much.

Yet she mustered the strength to tug her mother’s sleeve and shake her head, signaling that no investigation was needed.

She had underestimated Hannah, not expecting her to carry such a sinister weapon as needles.

‘How dare she embarrass me like this? I’ll settle this score myself,’ Lily thought bitterly.