Chapter 112: The forgotten princess Chapter 112: The forgotten princess Smith Family realized that they needed to sort out this matter as soon as possible.
Last ti, Oliver’s company suffered significant losses, and even now it hasn’t fully recovered.
If Mr.
Smith’s reputation was tarnished as well, then Smith’s business would face a severe crisis of trust in the industry!
A damaged reputation was a minor issue.
The real problem was the adverse effect of a buzzing scandal on the assessnt of Smith’s firm by their upstream and downstream partners.
If not resolved, the loss wouldn’t be rely tens of millions as last ti!
Thus, instead of letting the Chairman of Smith’s business beco the laughingstock for having an affair with the nanny, they chose to throw Smith’s business under the bus— by making a public announcent that their daughter was switched at birth without their knowledge, and the Smith family were victims too.
So, after Mr.
Lorry had visited the school, Mr.
Smith imdiately ordered soone to send an email to all the company shareholders, desperately trying to explain the situation.
At the sa ti, Oliver instructed people to check the school forum’s IP and the company entrance’s surveillance to figure out who was trying to blow this matter up.
Also, he asked Mr.
Lorry to first bring Bianca back from school and then find Mrs.
Daniel, the dismissed nanny.
This ti the Smith family would ensure a personal evaluation of the two!
…
While the Smith family was dealing with this fiasco, High School A was eating the biggest piece of gossip it had in three years!
So many people were overwheld by this, even the teachers were exchanging glances, unsure of what to say.
Smith family has now gone to redo the DNA test.
The second test result has not co out yet, but the matter of the real and fake daughters is confird.
“I’m too shocked to speak right now, let take a breath…
Things that only happen in TV dramas are happening in real life…” “If it’s really as Mr.
Smith’s assistant said, then Smith family and Maureen are really pitiful!
The Smith family raised a child for soone else unknowingly, and spent so much money on soone who they have no connection with, have you seen what Bianca wears?
Although they’re not luxury goods, they’re all trendy brands.
Moreover, supposedly she spends hundreds of thousands every year to attend sumr and winter camps abroad.
If it were — I would be aching, even wanting Bianca and her biological parents to pay back!” “What’s there to pity about the Smith family?
Based on the assistant’s remarks, they realized that Bianca wasn’t their biological daughter two years ago, and they still wanted to raise her, who can they bla?!
And they’re rich, they don’t need your sympathy!
It’s Maureen who’s the real victim!
Born and discarded for no reason!
And it seems that the Smith family treated Maureen worse than Bianca!” “You’re not wrong…” noted a girl from Senior Class.
She looked inexplicably as she remarked, “Last year at the parent-teacher eting, soone ca for Bianca, but no one ca for Maureen, I still rember this very clearly.” “And isn’t Maureen living in the dorms now?
Did the Smith family not want her to live at ho and send her to the dorms?” The more they spoke, the more sympathy they felt for Maureen.
“Oh my God, the Smith family is really ssed up.
I take back the little sympathy I had for them earlier.
Aside from Maureen, do they all have screws loose?
They treat the girl who’s not their own so well, but are terrible to their own child who they have finally acknowledged?!” “You don’t understand, they’ve raised that child for many years, so it’s only natural they have feelings for her, and they’re not familiar with their own child who just returned.” “Therefore, the most pitiful one is Maureen…” The entire school is discussing this matter.
The three keywords, “Smith family”, “Bianca”, and “Maureen”, are being ntioned everywhere around campus, in classrooms, male and female dormitories, cafeteria, the sports field, even in the teachers’ office.
Although Chris is commanded by his family to not get distracted and focus on his studies, how could he concentrate on studying?
The topic is all the rage even in the first-year classrooms.
People could not hold back from questioning him with great interest about how they discovered that Bianca was not their own child, how Maureen was found and why his parents didn’t send Bianca back two years ago, but raised the two children together.
The barrage of questions bothered Chris into tossing his book aside.
The sea of inquiries felt like incessant slaps in his face.
Look, everyone knew that Maureen was the most innocent party in this saga, so why didn’t he and his family grasp it?
Their favoritism towards Bianca over the past two years had led to the gap now between Maureen and them.
As if this wasn’t bad enough, they’ve just discovered that Bianca may actually be the daughter of their housemaid, Mrs.
Daniel?!
Chris was close to throwing up from the rage.
His classmates knew nothing about what Mrs.
Daniel was like at the Smith residence, but Chris did.
This nanny, taking advantage of having worked in the Smith family for over a decade, seed to have a sense of superiority over the others – the driver and other nannies like Miss.
Naomi.
She had been with the Smith family since the birth of Bianca.
Chris never particularly liked her because she always seed to be overly attentive to Bianca.
Every ti Bianca finished school, she couldn’t wait to take off Bianca’s backpack and carry her up to their apartnt, fearing that Bianca might get tired.
She wasn’t particularly disrespectful to Chris either, but there was a noticeable difference in the way she treated the two.
However, she was after all a nanny and was very efficient.
She worked hard, and Chris, a very laid-back boy, wouldn’t make a fuss over minor incidents.
For many years, this nanny ate and wore what the Smith family provided and enjoyed a high salary.
If it hadn’t been for her previous conflict with Maureen, which was witnessed by the elder brother’s assistant, she might still be in the Smith’s household.
Could this nanny possibly be Bianca’s biological mother???
If so, was her preferential treatnt of Bianca not out of duty, but out of maternal love?
And all her ill-treatnt of Maureen was out of malice?
Thinking back on these details now, the more he thought about it, the more horrified Chris felt, as if his stomach was being squeezed and violently churned, making him feel nauseated.
If all of this was true.
For all these years, had their family been employing a murderer?!
After being taken away by Mr.
Smith’s assistant, Mr.
Lorry, Bianca did not return ho; It was said that she had taken a seven-day leave from school.
Coincidentally, it was also the ti it took for the DNA test results to co back.
As for the other party involved, Maureen beca the center of sympathetic gazes from all the teachers and students throughout the day.
Not to ntion the boys in the international class, who would normally stand for Maureen all because of Liam.
After the whole ss had been exposed, a group of juniors looked at Maureen as if she was a poor, wandering princess from Disney.
They eagerly took on Maureen’s cleaning duties, fetched water for her, and kept coming over with snacks as if they were feeding her.
Of course, they were nearly scared away by Liam’s glowering gaze, who had mistaken them for potential suitors for Maureen.
Perhaps because the words “abandoned baby” uttered by Mr.
Lorry was too shocking.
Teachers and students throughout the school had no idea how much hardship Maureen had to endure as they imagined all kinds of distressing scenarios about her upbringing.
So may have even crafted a story about Maureen getting beaten up in the School Chess Club like Susan in the drama, and couldn’t help but co to the International Class to see if Maureen had any scars on her body.
Seeing Maureen’s white and beautiful skin, and her smooth wrist with no signs of lash marks, a group of girls couldn’t help but discuss in whispers about what skincare products she might be using.
“Considering her tough upbringing, she probably didn’t have access to any skincare products.
Yet she’s so beautiful—it must be genetic,” soone comnted.
Principal Logan and the sixth-grade Classroom teacher also looked distressed.
They kindly called Maureen into the office during break ti for a heart-to-heart chat.
At noon, Maureen went back to the dormitory to retrieve a forgotten textbook.
The dormitory aunt specifically called out to her, tears in her eyes, and handed her two pieces of homade cured at for nourishnt.
Maureen: … The fuss continued into the afternoon.
Even the Evergreen Class started to apologize.
Outside the classroom, they said to Maureen, “We’re sorry that we mocked your grades.
That was arrogant of us.
Considering what you went through, it’s already inspiring enough that you ranked mid-tier in the average class right after joining A Middle School.” Even the Golden Class sent her pencil leads.
It was from a spectacled girl who participated in the preliminary competition training with her, and was not involved in the bullying incident involving Noella’s gang.
She flashed a heart sign and said, “Maureen, I look forward to eting you on the battlefield of the final exam.” The school forum began to form a fan club for the “new campus beauty.” While it wasn’t as massive as Bianca’s fan club, it was gradually forming.
Maureen felt overwheld!
“Is it a tradition for your school people to let their imaginations run wild?
How could they infer so many tragic stories from just one statent by Mr.
Lorry?” Niel used a tissue to wipe his eyes and choked out, “So, were you really an abandoned baby when you were young?” “Not as miserable as you think.” Maureen looked at Niel’s nonexistent tears and said, “I don’t rember much about my childhood, but it wasn’t as tragic as the forum suggested, like being beaten up by Bianca’s biological mother and such.
In fact, as far back as I can rember, I was always with my grandmother.
There was never a situation where I didn’t have enough to eat or wear.” The resources they had were indeed not even a thousandth of those city-born rich kids.
However, her grandmother would never let her freeze or be hungry.
Running a small grocery store, occasionally nding shoes, and delivering goods, they could afford to occasionally buy at after paying off the school fees.
Thus, Maureen’s childhood had been relatively easygoing.
Maureen had no recollection of a person nad Mrs.
Daniel, so now as the Smith family wanted to conduct a DNA test again, she was waiting for the result as well.
If the events of the past truly had sothing to do with Mrs.
Daniel, then Mrs.
Daniel must be imprisoned.
Liam looked at Maureen without saying anything for a long ti.
He was feeling really tornted inside, wanting to comfort her a bit, but he had no experience in comforting others.
Suddenly, he got up, confiscated all the snacks his henchn bought, dumping them on Maureen’s table, and said in an icy tone, “Yours.” Then, he put his noise-cancelling headphones over Maureen’s ears.
The mont the silver noise-cancelling headphones covered her ears, the world beca silent.
No sound reached her ears; she was plunged into a void of absolute silence.
Only the soft touch of the headphones wrapped around her ears could be felt, and her gaze fell upon Liam’s face.
Looking at Liam, Maureen smiled wryly, thinking to herself that these events were in the past and there was no need for him to treat her like a fragile vase.
But on second thought…
Don’t boys always have a protective instinct for delicate girls?
Letting Liam feel sympathy for her, realising she was a busty girl instead of a kid who could constantly run dozens of laps, might cause him, this straight man with no sensitivity, to fall for her sooner.
Holding onto this little thought, Maureen lay face down on the table, burying her head in her arms, and fell silent.
…
???
Crying?
Liam was surprised as he looked at her.
Liam was frantic.
This was bad, aside from that ti she got drunk, no one had seen this little one in a mask cry before.
Liam stood by her side, utterly helpless.
He wanted to delicately touch her shoulder, yet Maureen was only wearing a thin sweater, with no coat.
The girl’s shoulder was frail and delicate, like a fluttering butterfly, seemingly exuding a hint of fragrance.
Without even touching, he could already feel that they must be soft and warm.
Liam did not dare to touch.
His buddies were bustling about in the classroom.
So even had the audacity to co forward and hand over tissues.
Liam glared at those approaching with an annoyed look, lowering his voice, he snapped, “What’s all this fuss about?
Chatterboxes!
If you have ti, go out and drive the people from other classes away!
And stop ntioning this issue in our class from now on!” “It’s all your fault!
You can’t ntion it either!” Liam turned around and grumbled at Niel.
Niel:” Thanks to Liam.
Maureen finally got a mont of peace.
No one in the international class dared to ntion the issue of a true or fake rich young lady anymore.
After a while…
Liam was still racking his brains.
The noise-canceling headphones perched on Maureen’s head were suddenly lifted slightly, and Liam’s voice filtered through.
“Little mask, stop crying, can I tie your shoelaces for you?” Liam strove to soften his tone, but since he had never been gentle before, his tone still felt intimidating, as if he were saying, ‘Let tie it or I’ll chop you up’, kind of child-scaring persuasion.
Seeing Maureen remain silent, Liam felt helpless, so he persisted in his strange way of comforting her.
“If that doesn’t work, you can run thirty laps.
Or do you want to eat sothing?” Liam then started to grit his teeth, his mind flooding with thoughts about beating up the Smith family.
“Or if that’s not enough–do you want to beat up the mbers of your family or your nanny?” Maureen’s lip curved upwards uncontrollably.
She continued leaning her head on the table, hiding it in the crook of her arm.
She tipped her legs to the right subtly, indicating her approval of him tying her laces.
Liam, towering as he was, found it tough to squat down by the seat, but he managed.
Pushing the chair aside, he squatted down.
Furrowing his eyebrows, he untied her tangled laces and then retied them into a neat bow.
Maureen stealthily lifted her head a tad, casting sidelong glances at the top of Liam’s head and then at his slender, well-kept fingers.
Her heart raced uncontrollably, the bizarrely satisfying feeling of being pampered overwhelming her—although she suspected it was all a facade.
As Liam finished tying and looked up, she quickly hid her face again into her arm.
As she restrained her giggles, Maureen’s shoulders trembled violently.
Liam: …
How the hell did she start crying harder?!
Did he use the wrong thod to comfort her?!
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