The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 563

The teacher yanked a blank sheet of paper from the desk and slammed it down with a huff, scolding Anna in a loud voice. "Grace! How many times have | told you about the importance of unity and camaraderie here at school? But look at you! What on earth have you done? Have you been a team player? Oh no, you think because your grades are sky-high, you can just strut around like you own the place? Let me tell you, young lady, you're not leaving this room until you've written me a heartfelt reflection on your actions!

"Cindy? Do you think you can just tangle with her? Her family could buy and sell this school a dozen times over! You better write up that apology and deliver it to her first thing tomorrow!"

Anna was on the verge of tears, her eyes welling up as she faced the teacher's towering indignation. "| didn’t start the fight—it was Cindy who hit me first. Why doesn't she have to write anything?"

The teacher glared fiercely at Anna. "Was that backtalk? | don’t want to hear your excuses! When | got there, you were the one standing on Cindy's face. What do you have to say to that?!"

"So | was supposed to just stand there and let her hit me?" Anna retorted, defiant and unyielding.

"Oh, talking back to your teacher now, are we?" The teacher was livid, banging on the desk. "I'll have none of it, Grace! You're going to write me a reflection that really digs deep, or you can kiss goodbye to ever seeing your home again!"

With those final words, the teacher stormed out and locked the office door from the outside.

Anna stared at the white paper before her, feeling utterly wronged. She knew Cindy's family was loaded, with someone on the school board, no less. Anna had hoped for a fair shake from her teacher, but the blatant favoritism for Cindy was a cold splash of reality.

So much for the nurturing gardener of young minds!

As time ticked away and the sky darkened, Anna shivered uncontrollably in her drenched clothes, pondering her next move. With her resolve finally broken by the cold, she begrudgingly penned a confession, though her respect for her teacher had plummeted. She had once believed teaching to be the most sacred of roles, only to find it tarnished by bias and favoritism.

Meanwhile, Johanson, worried by his sister's absence, made his way to the schoo! to find it practically deserted. He headed straight for the office, where he overheard Anna's teacher groveling on the phone, "Yes, yes, of course, she'll be properly disciplined. No worries at all."

Once the call ended, Johanson approached. "Hi, I'm Grace's brother Johanson. She hasn't come home yet, so | came to check up on her."

The teacher, still smarting from a dressing-down by the school board member, was in no mood for niceties. "Oh, you're Grace's brother, are you? Perfect timing. | was just saying she needed a parent to come in. Do you even discipline her? Fighting with a classmate is no behavior for a young lady."Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Johanson's heart skipped a beat. "Fighting? Is Grace hurt?"

The teacher's response dripped with disdain. "Is that your concern? She fought with her classmate, and you're worried about her?"

Johanson was uninterested in the teacher's ramblings and demanded, "Where is my sister?"

The teacher, cowed by Johanson's stern demeanor, pointed to the office. "In there, writing a reflection letter. Such a lack of manners she has, attacking her peer."

Johanson barged in to find Anna asleep on the desk. Gently, he woke her. "Grace, Grace, are you okay?" Anna lifted her head, her smile weak. "Hey, bro. My head's killing me."

Upon feeling her forehead, Johanson realized she was burning up. "You have a fever!" He scooped her up, noticing her damp clothes. "Why are you all wet, Grace?"

The teacher came in, still irate. "All because she fought with a classmate. Did she finish that reflection?"

Anna pointed feebly to the desk. "It's there. But | didn't start it. Cindy threw water on me."

The teacher was about to chastise Anna further but was cut off by

, , an Johanson's s pyetek® Efcugh! If apyinag happens to my sister, | will hold you accountable!” With that, he carried Anna out and rushed to the hospital. Please read the original content at .

Anna was diagnosed with a fever from being in wet clothes for too long. The doctor prescribed fever reducers and urged Johanson to keep her hydrated.

Back home, Johanson applied a cool fever patch to Anna's forehead and helped her sip some warm water. "Grace, here, drink this."

Anna's fever was stubbornly lingering, and although she managed to sip some water in her groggy state, her mind was sti \racitgWi

the schooWard Sour le she'd had with Cindy. She dreaded the thought of Johanson being upset with her. Rushing to clear her name, she explained, “Johanson, bro, you gotta believe me, it was totally her who splashed me first. | only fought back after that." Please read the original content at .

"Sure, | believe you, Grace," Johanson reassured her as he gently tucked her back into bed, making sure she was snug under the covers.

"Just remember, as long as you stood up for yourself, that's what counts. Dont ahything AW 194 yet your back. Now, try to get some sleep. You'll feel better when you wake up.’ Please read the original content at .

With little energy to do anything else, Anna nodded weakly and drifted back into a deep sleep.