Chapter 78 The Real Fiancée

Grace and Nancy were startled when they saw Lily’s swollen, red face.

“Oh my God, what happened to you? Who hit you?”

Grace rushed over and held Lily’s hand, her gentle face full of worry. “Lily, does it hurt?”

Nancy was just as heartbroken.

She gently touched Lily’s check, eyes brimming with tears. “Sweetheart, if someone hits you, why didn’t you dodge?”

Being comforted and cared for by Grace and Nancy made Lily cry, despite herself.

She wasn’t someone who cried easily.

In all those memories of being hurt and bullied, she’d learned that crying never helped.

Tears couldn’t save her–only made her look more pathetic.

But people are strange like that. When you’re hit, cursed at, or slandered, you might not cry. But when someone actually shows they care, your tears betray you

Seeing her cry, Nancy and Grace both panicked and tried to console her, flustered and worried.

Henry, Blanc, and Ivan, being men, didn’t step forward to wipe Lily’s tears. But the concern in their eyes was unmistakable.

The thought that Lily was bullied by outsiders on their own turf darkened their expressions even further. Luna had always seen Lily as a fake–someone who couldn’t compare to her real daughter, Mathilda.

She had assumed the Luke family would also find Lily beneath them, but she hadn’t expected Grace and Nancy to be so kind to her.

anger and disdain, Luna glared at Lily before greeting the two

you know perfectly well–Mathilda was

vicious, shameless. She doesn’t deserve James at

Lily needs to get out of the Luke family so Mathilda

manners. Then, with pure sincerity, she said,

out

Mathilda was the

The Real

and ID that the Ginger family sent over. Clearly they didn’t want Mathilda to be tied to a man in a coma, but also didn’t want to give up the hundred million, so

was unconscious, Mathilda didn’t want to

suddenly wanted to come back

sarcastic to the Ginger family

an all–black suit that

perfectly to his frame. He looked even more striking and untouchable than usual, like royalty

Mathilda was stunned.

had seen pictures

then, she had thought he was unbelievably handsome. What a shame he was a

and more noble than

of the simps who trailed after her

man as brilliant as

of her.

to

her voice soft

cold glance,

frosty demeanor, held Mathilda’s hand

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