The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 662

The sting on her cheek was burning, but suddenly, Leda had a new idea.

Right in front of everyone, she collapsed dramatically to the floor, clutching her face and wailing, "Ms. Carmichael, how could you hit me? Even if I accidentally knocked over the cake, you can't just slap me!"

Her voice rang out loud and shrill, her cries exaggerated and desperate, drawing a crowd almost instantly.

People began murmuring, each with their own reaction.

"Wow, and here I thought the Saunders family's heiress was some kind of saint. Turns out she's an abuser at heart. Who hits someone over a piece of cake?"

"It was just an accident-a cake can be replaced! But hitting someone? That's completely out of line."

In the midst of lively conversation with a few guests, Hilda heard the commotion. Her brow furrowed as she made her way over.

couldn't help but ask, "Leda,

about her. So what if Citrine was her real

mother had been lifelong friends, and Hilda had treated Leda almost like her own child, covering all her expenses every year. Every summer, Leda would stay with Ms. Saunders

that wouldn't change just

complained to Hilda, "Ms. Saunders, I'm

trembling voice, "She got really mad and slapped

not really her fault,” Leda added quickly, as if defending Citrine,

seen every manner of manipulator-this kind of petty drama was nothing new. A bit of cunning in a young woman was understandable, but not when it was

Leda was her

er best friend's

watched her grow up.

those years

visited to comfort her. Hilda bad always remembered that kindness, and, at her friend's urging, had