The Ultimate Reborn Heiress (Scarlett) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 An Attack

The scream made Scarlett and the reporters all turn their heads at once.

When they saw what was happening, everyone’s expression changed.

Scarlett saw it as well. The doctor and the middle–aged man she’d noticed earlier in the lobby were in trouble.

The man who’d been yelling about filing a complaint was now holding a long, thin, razor–sharp knife. He shrieked wildly as he swung it around, and no one dared to get near him.

Waving the blade, he charged straight at the doctor. Screams burst out everywhere.

Without hesitation, Scarlett shifted her position.

In a flash, she slipped out of the reporters‘ circle and stopped less than 15 feet from the doctor and the attacker.

No one else dared approach. A few patients‘ family members and some stronger medical staff tried to rush him and hold him down.

But the knife was too sharp, and the man swung it crazily. No one could get near him.

Others desperately looked around for anything that could be used to restrain him.

The attacker closed in on the doctor.

Panicking, the doctor stumbled and fell. The attacker’s face twisted as he raised the knife and brought it down.

The doctor’s face went pale. He lifted his arms on instinct, trying to block the blade. In that instant, bitterness filled his heart.

He couldn’t understand it. He’d studied hard since he was young, worked diligently, followed medical ethics, and saved countless lives. He had lived with a clear conscience. So why did it end like that?

Everyone knew it was too late. Cries and screams filled the lobby.

The knife was only inches away from the doctor.

People thought the doctor was done for. The nearby medical staff panicked.

Then a dark blur shot past. When people looked again, they froze.

Even that doctor had shut his eyes in despair.

A few seconds passed, and the pain he expected never came. When he opened his eyes again, his pupils shrank in shock.

A skinny girl in a hospital gown, half her face covered in gauze, was gripping the attacker’s upper arm.

That man hadn’t expected anyone to grab him. Even though she only held his arm, it was completely locked in place.

The knife hovered inches from the doctor, but it couldn’t fall. That man struggled hard, yet he couldn’t break free from that fragile–looking girl.

“Get lost!” he snarled. “Or I’ll slash you too!”

Scarlett answered calmly, “I don’t think so.”

The crowd went silent.

She was unbelievably bold. And how did she restrain him? No one even saw it clearly.

That man grew frantic, but he brushed it off, thinking he’d just messed up for a moment. He tried to slash her next.

Why should everyone else live happily while he has nothing?

He thrashed his arm again, but he still couldn’t move it. Then he reached out with his free hand, aiming for her throat.

Scarlett didn’t give him the chance. She stepped in, shifted her stance, and kicked hard behind his knee.

That man collapsed to the ground on his knees. At the same time, his trapped arm twisted backward with a loud crack. His arm snapped. He screamed in agony, and the knife flew from his hand, clattering onto the floor.

Only then did everyone react. Several people rushed over. Someone kicked the knife far away, while others helped pin the man down.

Seeing backup arrive, Scarlett released her grip, ready to slip away.

Only then did everyone see the girl who had saved the doctor.

She looked familiar.

The entertainment reporters saw her face and froze.

“Holy crap, what just happened? T–that was Scarlett, right?”

“Wasn’t she just surrounded by us? When did she rush over and save him?”

“No idea. I didn’t see anything.”

He had no time to ask and hurried off.

After he left, Scarlett turned to the reporters.

“By the way, you asked if I tried to seduce Zayden on set? I didn’t. Someone pushed me on purpose. And I won’t let it go.”

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving the reporters staring at each other.

After leaving the hospital, Scarlett grabbed a taxi and headed back to Bailey Residence.

The Baileys lived in a high–end villa area halfway up Mount Brookriver, one of the prettiest spots in Brookriver City.

When she arrived, no one else was home except the housekeeper. Seeing Scarlett, the housekeeper looked surprised. “Ms. Sanchez, why are you back? Weren’t you at the hospital?”

Scarlett ignored her. That housekeeper was Leona’s relative.

Under the excuse of concern, Leona had placed her there to keep an eye on Scarlett.

Scarlett went straight to her room and packed quickly. She didn’t have much–just her personal documents and a few changes of clothes.

Ever since moving into Bailey Residence five years ago, she’d tried not to rely on Matthew’s money. She’d earned her school placement herself, and most of her living costs came from part–time work during breaks.

The only thing Matthew paid for was the hefty medical and nursing costs for Daphne.

But that was something he owed.

Matthew hadn’t been born rich. When he was young, he and Daphne both grew up in Southyra. The Sanchezes were known for traditional medicine. Scarlett’s grandfather, Patrick Sanchez, was a respected local doctor with a modest but stable family background.

Matthew, on the other hand, had a tragic childhood. He’d lived with his grandparents while his parents worked elsewhere. When he was five or six, his parents died in an accident. By ten, his grandparents had also passed away. He was left completely alone.

If Patrick hadn’t helped him, Matthew wouldn’t have even gone to school. From age ten on, he lived and ate at the Sanchez Residence, studied with their support, and grew up alongside Daphne.

They married in college and divorced shortly after graduation.

After the divorce, Matthew married Leona, and his luck suddenly turned. A few years later, he found two antiques in his old family home. After selling them, he made a fortune and invested everything in real estate. In just a few years, he became a rich businessman in Brookriver City.

Once she finished packing, Scarlett dragged her suitcase downstairs and headed out.

The housekeeper stared at the suitcase in shock. “Ms. Sanchez, why are you taking your