She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 724: We Were Just Classmates

Mikaela had no fear or guilt after her "true identity" was revealed, probably because of the extraordinary man standing behind her.

Soon, Nora realized just how unlucky she was.

The middle-aged man, cigar in hand, cast a suspicious glance at Nora, his voice carrying a hint of disdain as he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Stephen, what's your relationship with this girl?" Before Nora could respond, she watched in astonishment as Stephen stepped out of the crowd.

Facing the middle-aged man, he wore a hint of guilt on his fair and delicate face as he replied with a forced smile, "Uncle, I... we're just ordinary classmates."

He knew Nora was watching him, disappointment evident in her eyes.

Her watery eyes quickly filled with mist, looking pitiful and tugging at the heartstrings.

"Stephen?" She thought he would at least have the courage to acknowledge their relationship like a man. But to her surprise, Stephen distanced himself from her at this critical moment.

Just classmates? What a convenient label!

Nora thought of the sweater she had carefully knitted and placed in her bag, intending to give it to him. It was no longer needed.

Unable to meet Nora's gaze, Stephen smiled helplessly, lowering his head.

Ultimately, it was because their Prince family relied on the support of his uncle.

His uncle was an old friend of the President's wife, and his uncle's sister had married Emily's father.

If Stephen's uncle had not suffered a debilitating injury in his youth, preventing him from having children, Stephen wouldn't have been pressured to carry on the family line.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

With advanced medical technology, Stephen's uncle could have had a test-tube baby. However, due to the family's beliefs, they believed that every life was a gift from God and should not be forced. For Stephen to inherit the Prince family's vast wealth in the future, he needed the approval of his uncle.

Since childhood, his uncle had sincerely groomed him to be the heir, hence the strict demands placed on him. If his uncle found out he was at the bottom of the grade and dating, he would surely be criticized. The Prince family would never accept a union with the Lawrence family, a family of lower standing.

Satisfied with his answer, Mr. Prince patted Stephen's shoulder benevolently.

"Very well, you're still young. Focus all your energy on your studies. Only when you meet my standards can I entrust both the Prince family and the company to you."

"I've been young before. It's okay to be carefree, but be mindful."

"Always remember, you are the future heir of the Prince family, with a noble status. Learn to protect your reputation and not associate with just anyone."

Just anyone?

Hearing the derogatory words directed at herself, Nora felt her strong sense of pride was trampled on.

"The Lawrence family, newcomers to Onistead without any roots, were they? Yet, here was Nora, determined to catch Stephen's attention, letting them know that Nora wasn't one to be messed with.

This was all as Mikaela had expected. Seeing Nora's smile frozen in anger, with a slightly menacing expression, she felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

This was just the beginning, and with her petty nature, she was likely to be driven mad with rage in the future.

Sensing others watching her, arms crossed, Nora, indignant, expressed her idea.

"Mr. Prince rest assured. The

Lawrence family may not compare to the mighty Stephen family, but we have our pride. Mr. Prince and are just friends. He invited me for his birthday, and that's all there is to it."

"Sean, let's go!"

With that, she supported the heavily injured Sean and hobbled out of the bar. Behind them, Mikaela's warning voice could be heard.

"Nora, you owe my sister a life. Do you think this is the end? If Danielle finds out what you've done to her, do you think she'll let you get away with it?"

She had in her hands the recorded phone calls and bank transfer statements that proved Nora's guilt.

Ironically, she and Danielle had once been so close that they did everything together, but for some reason, Nora had not let Danielle go even after the latter went to jail. Stellabe due to a guilty conscience, as soon as Mikaela's words fell, Nora accidentally kicked the nearby trash can.

Wearing high heels, her foot collided just right, turning her ankle red with pain, biting her teeth to stifle her cries. Where was Nora's previous pride?

Now, she became wary and cautious, afraid. Could it be that Mikaela was deliberately trying to trap her with her words? There was something she had kept secret, even her mother Malaya didn't know. How could Mikaela possibly know?

Nora forced herself to calm down, putting on a brave front, and without looking back, she said, "If you have the guts, present evidence. Stop putting on a show here."

"If you continue fabricating lies to damage my reputation, next time, I will file a lawsuit against you!"

Evidence? Of course she had it.

But right now, Mikaela didn't want to reveal it. She wanted Nora to taste the bitterness of falling from a great height!

The hospital was bustling with people.

Perhaps it was because this winter seemed particularly long, there were so many people suffering from the flu. As soon as she stepped into the hospital, she heard the continuous coughing from various directions.

Men, women, old and young, all wore masks, their half-covered faces a rosy red.

Sean was gravely injured, so she had to quickly get an emergency room appointment for him.

When their turn finally came, the doctor, upon seeing the blood-covered young man, furrowed his brows and immediately ordered a full body check to see if there were any internal or bone injuries.

The examination room was in another building, conveniently located above the obstetrics and gynecology department.

As she helped Sean walk through the obstetrics and gynecology department's hallway, they happened to see a familiar and imposing figure approaching.

It was Sean who first spotted the man, squinting his eyes, now resembling a panda from the beating, and pointing in astonishment. "Sis, look, isn't that Dad?"