Tristan remained frozen in his stroke-like stance with his mouth hanging open and drooling, looking like a complete fool, until the school security had to drag him away.
With her backing gone, Arabella didn't dare cause any more trouble. Despite now being the heiress of the Brooks family, her past deeds in Havenwood were too vile and fresh in everyone's memory for anyone to want to associate with her.
The only ones hovering around her were those hoping to climb up the social ladder through her connection with the Brooks family.
So she had no choice but to feign peace. “Coral, I may have misunderstood what happened earlier. I ran upstairs too quickly.”
“Shut up!” Coral stepped forward and slapped her. “Stop pretending. You set me up on purpose! If not, why were you just crying while your mentally ill brother was hitting me and not stopping him?”
“You… you hit me!” Arabella had been enjoying a privileged life in Rivenwood for the past month, being pampered nonstop by the Brooks family. She was used to being treated like a queen and couldn't bear any insults or mistreatment.
“Yeah, I hit you! You can frame me, so why can't I hit you?!” Coral had always had a short fuse. Each time she thought about how Arabella used her in the past, she could feel her blood boil.
“You didn’t fall over earlier or later, but precisely when you were passing by me! With all your crying and shouting, who would believe you weren’t intentionally framing me?!”
Having said that, Coral turned around and walked away. However, halfway out, she started to worry. Ever since the Lockwood family was disciplined by Percival, she was no longer the reckless child who only caused trouble for her family.
She was now afraid of possible revenge from the Brooks family, given that she had offended Arabella and hit Tristan.
So, after much thought, she decided to seek advice from Vivienne.
When Coral arrived, Vivienne was planning the upcoming exam schedule for Class Eighteen. Percival, having nothing else to do, was feeding her snacks. Vivienne accepted whatever Percival offered her.
Seeing her head buried in the documents while chewing and puffing her cheeks like a little squirrel made Percival swallow a lump in his throat. She was simply too adorable.
"Ms. Vivienne." Coral called out from the doorway.
“What is it?” Vivienne swallowed the nuts in her mouth and turned to Coral. She was puzzled as to why Percival was suddenly feeding her so many nuts. Her cheeks were even starting to ache.
“I… Can I transfer to Class Eighteen?” Coral asked shyly.
With her head down and eyes averted, Coral waited for Vivienne’s response. She had always looked down upon Class Eighteen and didn’t have a good relationship with many of its students.
“If you want to transfer, then transfer.” Vivienne didn’t object. One more student wouldn't make much of a difference.
“Then I’ll have my mom come to the school to process the paperwork right away.” Coral left happily after receiving Vivienne’s approval.
Just as Vivienne turned back to her documents, Percival stuffed another nut into her mouth. She glanced at him and saw him sitting there, watching her with a smile on his face, looking as if he were appreciating a masterpiece. She was utterly confused by his behavior.
Back at the Brooks family mansion in Rivenwood, the atmosphere in the living room was eerily silent. Judith sat on a leather couch, watching her eldest son, Scott, answer a phone call. After a few murmurs, he hung up. She finally asked, “What’s the result of the investigation into Arabella’s paternity test report?”
If Vivienne were here, she would recognize Judith as the elderly woman she had saved at the foot of Emerald Mountain.
“There was no falsification. Arabella is indeed my daughter.” Scott replied, placing his phone on the coffee table.
“Mom,” Timothy Brooks, Judith's second son, asked with confusion, “Didn’t we do a paternity test when we first brought her back? Why do it again?”
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