The Returned Heiress Who Had It All (Cassia) novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136 You’re Pretending

Vance paused, then continued, “She’s my daughter. If anyone finds out she has a mental problem, it’ll be embarrassing.”

“Mr. Zimmer knows Cassia is a freak like that autistic boy, so he’s trying to win your favor,” Victoria said bluntly. “That way, he can squeeze more sponsorships and donations from you.”

Vance nodded. “I thought the same. Otherwise, why would he bother telling me?”

“Since that psychologist is so great, and you’re going tomorrow anyway, why not give Cassia the day off and take her with you? Have him check her out.”

With Cassia’s prickly temper and strange habits, Victoria had long suspected Cassia had some mental issues.

They were whispering, but Cassia, who had been watching their lips the whole time, caught every word.

Her eyes turned icy, carrying a chill.

She opened her door and slammed it shut hard.

The thud made both Victoria and Vance flinch.

They glanced toward her door, shaken.

Could she have actually heard them?

It shouldn’t have been possible. They were far away, speaking softly. Even if Cassia had mental issues, she wasn’t superhuman.

Vance did give Cassia a day off.

Her homeroom teacher had told him that Cassia either slept or played on her phone in class. He’d written her studies off as a lost cause.

The next day, Cassia didn’t have school. The Woods didn’t care, so they just let her sleep.

When she woke, her stomach growled loudly.

She got dressed, quickly brushed her hair, and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Only a bowl of leftovers Geneva had saved for her sat there, with a small plate of cold side dishes.

Cassia’s eyes cooled as she looked at the food.

Just then, Vance walked

The car was ready. He had come to take her to the orphanage.

He noticed the leftovers.

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Chapter 136 You’re Pretending

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Figuring his daughter was useless but occasionally handy, he thought making her eat leftovers would sting her pride. He saw it in her eyes.

“Oh, Cassia, this food has gone bad. You can’t eat it.”

Vance grabbed the leftovers and tossed them in the trash, then told the housekeeper to cook a fresh bowl of noodles for her.

But Cassia just stared at it coldly, not touching a thing.

She didn’t need his fake kindness. She’d rather eat Geneva’s leftovers, which were at least honest.

Vance stood at the edge of the kitchen, back turned, still talking as if he understood her.

“Eat up. After this, we’re going to the orphanage.”

Cassia stood up, ignoring the noodles.

She opened the fridge, grabbed some milk, and chugged two big glasses without even warming it up.

Drinking the cold milk on an empty stomach made her wince. Her stomach tightened.

She pulled a small pill from her pocket, poured a glass of water, and swallowed it.

The ache eased slightly, but her face still looked pale and weak.

Rubbing her stomach, she tried to calm the discomfort.

Vance noticed she hadn’t touched the noodles. He saw the milk on the table and her hand pressing against her stomach.

“You won’t touch hot noodles, but you’re downing ice–cold milk in winter? Your brain has got to be off…” Vance couldn’t control his temper, getting angrier with every word.

“You’re old enough to take care of yourself. Or are you just trying to ruin your body on purpose? Would you rather end up in the hospital than come with me to the orphanage?”

Cassia set her hand down, her expression firm and stubborn.

Seeing that just made Vance even more furious.

“I knew it! You’re faking it! Pretending to be sick so you can skip seeing a psychologist!”

A sharp, mocking laugh escaped her pale lips.

Vance’s chest tightened with rage at her attitude.

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