Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 571

It wasn’t long before Thalia picked Eric up from school, and the family of four gathered for coffee. After eating and drinking her fill, Tiffany returned to her room for a half–hour nap. Once refreshed, she changed her clothes and left the house.

Meanwhile, June had been transferred to the hospital in Lovell City, where her wounds were treated personally by Sidney.

The injury, though not life–threatening, was still serious and required attention.

Tiffany got into her car and headed straight to the hospital. As she entered the room, she saw Sidney reviewing the medical records and instructing June. “The wound is healing quickly,” Sidney said, “but you need to avoid certain foods and drinks for the next few days. If all goes well, you could be discharged in about a week.”

“I’m fine; I want to be discharged today,” June insisted.

However, upon spotting Tiffany approaching, she immediately fell silent.

Tiffany walked up to her and said, “No one can discharge himself from the hospital after an injury like this. It’s not a small wound. Besides, there are not so many orders to deal with in Miracle Healer, and even if there are, I’d handle it myself. You need to rest properly, June.”

“Miss Kelley…” June began but was quickly interrupted.

“It’s settled. I’ll pick you up in a week,” Tiffany declared firmly.

With no room to argue, June reluctantly nodded her agreement.

Tiffany then turned to Sidney for a detailed update on June’s condition.

According to Sidney, the great effects of spirit herbs had significantly accelerated the healing process. June’s wounds healed very well and were not life–threatening.

Hearing this, Tiffany felt a wave of relief. Confident that the hospital staff could care for June, she stayed for about half an hour and then left the hospital.

Tiffany’s one–week suspension from school had ended the day before, and she knew that if she didn’t report back today, she would likely be flooded with reminders from the director of teaching and discipline.

When she arrived at Lovell School, she noticed a crowd of students gathered in the playground. From afar, it was clear that something had captured their attention, but Tiffany wasn’t one to indulge in such commotion.

Ignoring the spectacle, she walked straight toward the classroom

A few students happened to pass by her. These students were animatedly discussing the scene on the playground.

One of them said with a sneer, “It’s great that our school’s little devil got punished, but that one–week suspension was way too lenient. It would’ve been so much better if Tiffany had been expelled. Let’s see if she’d dare to bully anyone again after that.”

chimed in, “That’s right, that’s right! I wish she’d never come to school again! She’s ruining our school. Even her little lackey dares to act all high and mighty. No wonder he was

the words

one of the students firmly by the shoulder. “Are you talking about me?” she asked, her voice cold and

the students froze, staring at Tiffany

say anything…” one of

and casually dug at her ear, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. “Funny, because I heard it. What

smile sent a chill through the group, but it was the sharp, commanding

they could manage one. Tiffany’s smile vanished. Her expression turned icy, her piercing gaze enough to make anyone squirm. “Was that

glances. Under the pressure of Tiffany’s cold stare, they finally

happened? Speak,” Tiffany

school rules. She’s being expelled,” one

rule?” Tiffany said

as you–fighting,” they answered in

looked at Tiffany, their eyes practically screaming: She must have learned this from

Tiffany snapped, releasing

Tiffany strode purposefully

crowd of students gathered. At the center stood Zoe, surrounded and clearly being forced

Tiffany’s heart instantly sank.

was how Zoe was bullied during the

emerged from the crowd,

it could land, an orange came

grip, and the lunch box flipped in her

soup, and the once–beautiful dress was instantly

for a moment before laughter

Splashing soup and hitting your own face

she stomped her feet in frustration, her face flushed with both shame and anger. She picked up the orange from the ground, her voice sharp as she demanded, “Who threw this? Step

the crowd, a slender figure

exuded nobility, leaving not a trace of inferiority. At a glance, she looked like someone who had stepped straight out

Her beauty was breathtaking.

echoed around

“Tiffany is back?”

been

nonchalantly and drawled, “I threw it. Got a problem with