Chapter 63: No Support From My Family
The front door slammed behind Vanesa as she stormed into the grand house, her face still streaked with dried blood.
She threw her bag on the floor, ignoring the pristine marble that echoed her every step.
"Mother!" Vanesa called out in a shaky but loud voice.
Beatrice emerged from the sitting room, dressed in a black silk blouse and tailored trousers.
Her sharp heels clicked against the floor as she approached, her piercing eyes narrowing when she saw her daughter.
"What on earth happened to you?" Beatrice demanded.
Vanesa pressed a tissue to her nose.
"Eira. That low-class nobody attacked me in class!"
"She did what?" Her voice was icy and clipped.
Vanesa sniffed, her voice rising in pitch.
"She hit me with a book. Slammed it in my face! In front of everyone. My nose—look at it!"
