Fake heiress Real heroine

Chapter 22

inly couldn’t help but feel that Eugene’s approach was missing the print. If people judged her based on her appearance, it was their issue. She thought that instead of just making her feel better, Eugene should be teaching them to be more accepting

But as she was about to say something, she noticed Mandy beside her, wiping her eyes. Mandy was looking down, crying softly, her tears falling in big drops and her body shaking just a bit.

Following Quinlyn’s gaze, Eugene sighed and gently patted Mandy’s head. “Mandy went through some rough times last semester with this kind of stuff, but she made it through. Right, Mandy?”

Mandy sniffled and slowly nodded. “Yeah”

“Good girl.” Eugene smiled softly and reached out, his fingers lightly touching Mandy’s neck.

Her hair was tied in two neat braids, leaving her neck bare. Eugene’s hand lingered there for a moment, and Quinlyn watched, her brow furrowing in confusion

When they reached the classroom door, the bell hadn’t rung yet. Eugene told Mandy to go inside first, then turned to Quinlyn. “Let’s wait and go in when class starts,” he suggested gently.

“It’ll be a fun surprise for everyone. We can hang out in the office for a bit, and I’ll get you some candy,” he added.

Eugene’s voice was smooth and coaxing, but Quinlyn shook her head. She didn’t take candy from strangers–especially not after hearing stories of poisoned treats in the borderlands. She suspected this teacher had something similar in mind.

“Don’t be scared. Your brother asked me to keep an eye on you, remember?” Eugene said, giving her a reassuring smile.

Quinlyn hesitated, then nodded slowly. But as she began to follow Eugene, a kid at the classroom door shouted, “Quinlyn“”

In an instant, kids streamed out from the classroom, rushing to crowd around her.

Is that Quinlyn? The one who stopped the robber?” one kid asked.

“Yeah, she was like a superhero! Like Spider–Man, another kid replied

“No way, she was more like Batman,” a third kid chimed in.

their eyes wide with excitement, like

the mall and glanced up at Eugene. I know these kids.

to sound friendly. “In that case, why not spend more

be the star of the show. But instead of gawking at her,

over here!” one of the kids called out “Quinlyn is

“Harriet, get

Barbie dolls. That’s insane, another girl

collected trading cards, someone else added.

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Harriet, waiting for her to

Of course, she’s never heard of that stuff. Guess she’s been playing with sticks and mud her whole life. She’s so out of it. Can’t stand being near her

from the backwaters, thinking they were

bite.

Batman, but she can save people

dolls isn’t a big deal. Dolls can’t stop bullets,” another

in her

As she passed Mandy’s desk, she knocked her pencil case to the floor and stomped on it a few times before storming

bunch over to

joking, ignored her completely; some even stepped on the pens as they walked by.

strange and didn’t move to help. She figured Mandy could handle picking up the

herself.

first day, Quinlyn quickly picked up the basics. She initially struggled with the first chapter, but soon found her rhythm and finished the book before

it

many words as she could. By the end of the morning classes, her brain was fried and her stomach was

stash of snacks in his desk. He’d sneak bites every now and

be a bother, so she stayed quiet–even though the smell of those

of chocolate. She glanced up to see Mandy, with her hair in two