The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 556:

On the other end, Natasha’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile.

“Mr. Holland,” she purred, “I knew you were a smart man.”

That evening, the middle-aged couple from Pinetree City sat under the harsh studio lights, their weary faces broadcast live across local television screens.

Time had not been kind to them.

Grief had hollowed their eyes, streaked their hair with gray, and carved deep lines into their faces—marks of an unrelenting battle that had stretched on for five long years.

The reporter leaned in, microphone poised.

“This is your fifth year fighting for this. If justice still eludes you, will you keep going?”

The woman hesitated. Then, with quiet steel in her voice, she answered,

will keep fighting for my daughter.

The reporter pressed on.

punished the perpetrator years ago. Why are

her pocket, her movements deliberate, and pulled out a folded sheet of paper.

daughter more than I trust the school,” she said,

It names the ones who tormented her. And it was not Jolene

of the paper, the sharp

it, then

was the roommates, why did the

now, finally spoke. His voice carried the weight of

a library to the school. Jolene? She was an orphan. No power. No

exhaled sharply, his lip

Meanwhile, the one truly responsible not only walked free but went on to study abroad.

did not

these years, what keeps you going? What do you want

woman’s eyes burned