Fake heiress Real heroine

Chapter 188

Howard and Viola pulled with all their strength.

“Ahhh!” Yosef screamed in agony as the wound was jostled, but the pain also snapped him back to consciousness. Once he was safely inside the window, pale and trembling, he weakly pointed outside. “She’s still out there, go help her.

“Don’t talk right now,” Howard said, though he was equally anxious. Seeing that the bleeding had mostly stopped, he grabbed a spare bedsheet–six feet two inches long enough to reach the ground. But as he turned back, he heard a loud crash outside.

“Quinlyn!” Howard’s heart sank. He rushed to the window, his eyes frantically scanning the ground below. The air conditioning unit had smashed into pieces. Quinlyn had been wearing jeans and a white T–shirt.

She was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he was just panicking. Then someone below shouted, “Over there!” Howard turned his head and saw Quinlyn safely back on the drainage pipe, climbing down. She must have jumped off the unit to avoid falling with it.

She’d rather save herself than wait for their help. Quinlyn didn’t trust them. Realizing this, Howard let out a bitter laugh, suddenly regretting their earlier test.

The ambulance arrived late due to the wildfire, but the first aid had been effective, and Yosef was out of immediate danger.

Meanwhile, the TV station still hadn’t shown up, and Raymond, despite the online outcry, hadn’t appeared either. The crowd, which had initially been sympathetic, was now furious.

“Ugh, if she wants to die, just get it over with! Why drag others into it? Whoever her idol is, they’re cursed!”

“What kind of spoiled brat uses her dad’s kidney to chase after a celebrity?”

“Seriously, the whole family’s nuts. Just let them be. If Shirley wants to die, let her. Look at those other kids over there, saving lives like a hero. People like Shirley are just a waste of resources.”

Quinlyn, who had just climbed back down, overheard the comparisons. She brushed the dust off her clothes, washed the blood off her hands at a nearby convenience store, and returned to the dessert shop without a second thought about Shirley on the rooftop.

Eventually, Shirley, trembling and exhausted, broke down and cried for help. Howard pulled her to safety.

“Dad, why doesn’t he want to see me? I just want to see Raymond.”

sorry. I’m useless. You have

each other’s arms after the ordeal, Howard and Viola felt a mix of emotions. They didn’t feel relief–just a sense of disgust. But

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saw Quinlyn return, disheveled and dirty, she assumed she’d been bullied and was ready to send her

saying she was fine, and sat down to eat three plates of dessert, offering thoughtful feedback. “They’re

saw the news, that she realized Quinlyn had disappeared to

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in a private room at an upscale club in the city, Raymond removed his disguise hat and

inspected her before finally relaxing. “I’m sorry for causing you trouble. If it weren’t for you, I’d be taking

a bir scatterbrained and talkative, he wasn’t the type to

TV station and issued a fake statement saying Raymond was out of

cover his medical expenses as a reward for his bravery. As for Shirley, I helped the neighbors file

nodded, satisfied with the outcome. Raymond, however, looked dejected. “You know, I used to think kids were adorable. But now I realize they

didn’t respond, already tuning him out as she focused on the fruit platter in front of her.

kids. I used to check their group chats to see what they were talking about–novels, snacks, crushes. Stuff I’m not

I’ve realized something. The kind of kid I’ve always wanted to adopt is someone like you. So,

eerily familiar. Quinlyn turned to look at him, her expression blank. Another one? she

said flatly, turning her head

actually pretty rich. Acting’s just a side gig. I can go back and take over the family business anytime.” Raymond turned on the TV and pointed to the news.

the screen. It was a foreign enterprise, but the fact that it had secured a government contract for oil exploration spoke

not ours.” She corrected. ‘Don’t try to cozy

I’m not planning to get married or have kids, so you’d inherit