Facade

Hera followed the young boy to the door of the school clinic, where the sounds of a boy’s sobs and a woman’s sharp scolding could be heard from inside. 

“What’s going on? It’s been almost an hour, Why haven’t his parents arrived yet? Some parents just don’t care about their children,” Eugene Ergol’s mother, Yana Harrington, exclaimed angrily. 

“Mrs. Ergol, please calm down. Mr. Everett is stuck in traffic,” Violet Woodwick, Gino’s homeroom teacher, tried to pacify her. 

“When I care, there wasn’t any traffic. It’s just an excuse. I’m convinced he’s intentionally avoiding responsibility,” Yana retorted angrily, 

“This brat injured my son. If I don’t get an explanation today, I’ll sue you all for negligence!” 

Upon hearing this, Eugene’s homeroom teacher, Quincey Ballard, became anxious and urged, “Ms. Woodwick, are you sure he’s really on his way? Maybe you should call him again to hurry him up.” 

At that moment, the door was knocked and then pushed slightly open Hera walked in. 

Her gaze swept coldly across the room, where Gino stood by the window like a punished student. His school uniform was dirty and torn, and though his face was bruised and swollen, he stubbornly held his head high as he looked out the window. 

Sitting across from Gino was Eugene, who appeared rather chubby. He looked to weigh around 95 pounds based on a visual estimate. His skin was dark, his face dotted with acne, and his dirty school uniform showed no other visible injuries besides a white bandage on his forehead 

He sat on a stretcher bed, sobbing, while Yana, the school doctor, and teachers surrounded him. 

In contrast to Eugene, Gino, though beaten, did not cry. 

“Your anger makes it sound like your son was beaten to death,” Hera quipped. 

Upon hearing her voice, Gino immediately humed around and looked at Hera with a puzzled expression. 

“Who are you talking back to? Have you no manners? Yana scolded. 

With short, curly hair dyed wine red, clad in designer attire, adorned with oversized gold earrings and chains around her neck, she coaded a nouveau riche 

“You’re hurling curses lett and right, yet you’re lecturing me about manners?‘ Hera retorted. 

Yana was momentarily speechless at Hera’s words. 

“Who are you?” she asked. 

“I’m Gino’s sister,” Hera replied, motioning for Gino to come over. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“Come here.” 

With just those simple words, Gino was stunned. He instinctively walked toward her. 

He was already standing in front of her when he realized what he was doing 

“Hey, I remember the Everett family went bankrupt, but no one died, right? That cowardly James doesn’t dare to show himself, so he sends his country bumpkin daughter instead, 

Yana said sarcastically. 

The news of the Everett family’s bankruptcy was widespread across Norburgh. Yana had even rejoiced for days, as it meant one less business competitor for the Ergol family. 

She had originally planned to use this incident to embarrass James when he arrived, but she hadn’t expected his daughter to show up instead. 

Hera ignored Yana 

She looked at Gino and asked, “What happened?” 

Judging by his bruised appearance, it was clear that the beating he took had been severe. 

“You don’t need to worry about it,” Gino replied. 

He turned las head away, unwilling to speak 

One ry immediately explained, “It’s like this, Gino and Eugene got into a fight due to a disagreement. Ging started it and ever hit Eugene on the head with a stone, you are responsible for the consequences.”