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,

my daughter. Justice

The reporter pressed on.

years ago. Why are

deliberate, and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. Despite the years, it remained crisp,

trust the school,” she said, unfolding it with

letter. It names the ones who tormented her. And it was

reporter captured the faint yellowing of the

studied it, then

was the roommates, why did the school let Jolene

spoke. His voice carried the weight of

a library to the school. Jolene? She was an orphan.

sharply,

truly responsible not only walked free but went on to study abroad. Money makes the world go round,

did

you

eyes