A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 402

So much for being tough, he thought. Turns out all it took was a gentle shove to send him sprawling–and now he’s managed to steal everyone’s sympathy,

He stood there, jaw clenched, trying to look defiant. But when he caught sight of York curled up on the ground, a flicker of satisfaction crossed his

face.

“Serves you right! That’s what happens when you mess with me!” he declared, hands on his hips, triumphant and unrepentant. The bravado only earned him jeers from the other kids, and even the parents sitting in the bleachers frowned, quietly wondering whose child he was.

Alessia and her friends rushed down from the stands. Ivan Morton, with

Zane’s help, broke free from the teacher trying to hold him back and sprinted toward York.

“York!” Ivan’s voice trembled with worry.

“Are you okay?” Ivan hovered, eyes darting over York’s bruises and scrapes, not even sure where to begin.

York’s face was a mess of pain and frustration, but he managed to wave his hand as if to say he was fine. He even tried for a smile, though it twisted into a grimace that only made things worse.

The medic arrived next, kneeling and carefully examining York’s injuries.

Two fresh cuts marred York’s handsome face, and his arms and legs were scraped raw. Worst of all was his ankle–swollen, discolored, and clearly out of place.

quick assessment, already cleaning the worst of the

just in time to hear those words, her face darkening even more. She crouched

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who are you?” the medic asked, startled by Alessia’s hands–on

medic might try to chase them off. “She’s York’s

Dawson.”

skeptical. Dawson was a legend in the medical world, though everyone only

quietly explaining as he glanced at the

Alessia finished her

looked at York.

his head, silent,

pressed her lips together, ruffling

gesture.

didn’t win,” York finally choked out, his words barely a

mixed with shame.

answered firmly, her words ringing with conviction. “You fought with

his face. Ivan squeezed his hand, his own eyes shining with

and scraped his knee, not even when he was really hurt. He’d always pick himself up, laugh it off, and crack a joke about being clumsy. But now, the