The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 542:

When the murder case happened five years ago, Waldo had acted quickly, contacting the authorities to suppress the case—with Natasha’s future and safety in mind. He had done everything he could to protect her from the public’s unforgiving gaze.

But now, thanks to the unrelenting persistence of these reporters, every effort to keep the truth buried was unraveling right before Corrine’s eyes.

“I know what you’re all thinking, and you’re right,” Natasha said, her voice steady despite the weight of the silence. She noticed the sympathetic gazes that met her, and instead of shying away, she returned each one with unwavering resolve.

“I was a victim of familial abuse, a dark secret I could never bring myself to share. But the truth has a way of rising to the surface, no matter how deeply buried. It was during gym class one day that I fainted from an ectopic pregnancy, and that was when the bullying began. It lasted for a whole year. At the time, I couldn’t speak up. I was too afraid—too afraid to tell my mom, too afraid the school would contact my parents. So, I left. I transferred to Pinetree High School, where I met Corrine Holland.”

Natasha paused, her eyes clouding with the memory, before her voice grew stronger.

“When Corrine and her friends found out, they did everything they could to help me. We even made plans to run away together. But my father found out. He locked us in, and later, during a violent fight, my mother… my mother accidentally killed him with a knife. We managed to get out. Afterward, Waldo Ford, a lawyer from Lyhaton, heard about what happened and fought for leniency on my mom’s behalf. With the Ford family’s support, I was able to study abroad.”

words to be hard to say, but as they left her mouth, she felt an unexpected wave of relief, as if the weight on her

𝖀𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗲𝗅𝘀․𝗰𝗈𝗺

thing clear,” she continued, her gaze sharp

by my side, doing everything they could to protect me. The real criminals are you guys, the so-called reporters, using

online, the public’s reaction was

today have no

These

trash, embarrassing

Corrine turned to Nate

out where these reporters

from local newspapers in Pinetree City,” Nate replied, his voice low and controlled. He took her hand gently,

nodded, her expression cold and unreadable as her gaze locked

me know when you find out,” she said, her voice smooth, almost too calm, yet carrying an unmistakable