The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

After a few days of treatment, the scar on Faye's face had faded a bit, but it still looked quite shocking.

Despite this, the girl plucked up the courage to return to school.

When she saw Vivienne, Faye was stunned. She thought Vivienne was also a student at Cloudcrest

High School and immediately smiled at her. "Ms. Hawthorn, are you a student here too?"

"She's your homeroom teacher." Lysander told Faye with a grin.

He was very satisfied with Class Eighteen’s exam results. He knew that, as long as Vivienne was

willing to come, she would definitely meet his expectations.

And according to the current situation, it was likely that the entire class could get into college,

exceeding the mission he gave her of trying to get one student into college.

When he first invited Vivienne, many people questioned his decision. Now, he was gleefully proving

them wrong.

So lately, Lysander was always grinning from ear to ear while singing Vivienne's praises wherever he

went.

"My teacher?" Faye was taken aback.

Lysander nodded and said to Vivienne, "Why don't you take her to the class?"

Vivienne nodded and took Faye to Class Eighteen.

On the way to Class Eighteen, Faye was a little dazed.

She never imagined that this girl, who was about the same age as her, not only had great medical skills

but was also the legendary new homeroom teacher who had managed to tame the unruly students of

Cloudcrest High School, Class Eighteen.

"Scared?" Vivienne suddenly asked while leading the way.

Faye stopped in her tracks while following Vivienne's gaze. She saw the unusual expressions on the

faces of the students they passed by. She guessed that they were commenting on her scar, calling her

ugly, scary, and disgusting.

This was what she feared the most.

But now, as she looked at the calm and composed Vivienne, she felt an inexplicable sense of courage.

"Not scared." She shook her head and smiled. "Didn't you say you don't treat the weak? I won't be

weak anymore."

Vivienne nodded while giving her a slight smile, and she led Faye into Class Eighteen.

Math class had just ended, and the students of Class Eighteen were all focused on their books or

discussing math problems. There was no noise or disturbance.

The results of the exam shocked not only outsiders but also themselves.

They never thought their grades could improve so much.

At first, many of them were skeptical about the special training. But the exam results gave them

confidence.

So, after the results came out, the students of Class Eighteen threw themselves into studying with even

more enthusiasm than before.

Initially, Faye had prepared herself to face the strange looks and sneers from the students of Class

Eighteen. She had heard of their notorious track record.

However, when Vivienne introduced her as a new transfer student and assigned her a seat next to the

class president, Charlotte, none of the students did anything other than applaud to welcome her, and

then they went back to their books.

On the way back from getting her uniform, Faye couldn't help but ask Charlotte, "Aren't you guys going

to make fun of my scar?"

Charlotte tilted her head and looked at her. "Why should we care about your scar? Can your scar help

us solve math problems? No, right? So we'd better stick to our books."

Faye was taken aback. Was this really the notorious Class Eighteen?

Even students from Class Eighteen were dedicated. What excuse did she, who had been out of school

for so long, have for not buckling down and studying?

However, Charlotte seemed to like gossiping. As they walked, she asked Faye, "I heard your family is

suing Arabella?"

Faye nodded. "Yes, she almost killed me, so she should be in jail."

Ever since Arabella was taken away by the police, her mother, Doreen Baker, had provided the police

with various pieces of evidence, hoping to increase Arabella's sentence.

The Hawthorn Group had gone bankrupt. Beatrice and her two sons were running from creditors every

day. They even sold the Hawthorn Mansion. They had no energy to take care of Arabella.

Without the help of the Hawthorn family, Arabella couldn't even afford a lawyer.

But Doreen was still not satisfied. So she bribed the inmates in the same cell as Arabella to beat her up

three times a day.

In the few days she spent in the detention center, Arabella was tortured so much that she barely looked

human.

After hearing this, Charlotte felt a sense of satisfaction. She was about to ask something else when her

expression changed. She stared at a frail figure in the distance and asked, "Isn't that Arabella?"

Faye turned around in surprise and looked at Arabella in the distance. "Isn't she in the detention

center? How did she get out? Did the Hawthorn family bail her out?"

She clearly remembered her mother saying that the Hawthorn family was too preoccupied to care for

Arabella.

Arabella also saw them. After a few days in detention, she had lost a lot of weight. Her previously well-

fitting uniform was now loose on her, but her face was still beautiful.

She approached them with a gloomy smile on her face. "Ms. Faye, we meet again."

"Why aren't you in the slammer?" Faye was a bit rattled by her grin. It felt like she had transformed

from a proud peacock to a terrifying vulture since their last encounter.

"I got off scot-free. No more jail for me." Arabella answered while still wearing her somber smile. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

"Are you pulling my leg?" Charlotte, never one to be intimidated by Arabella, shielded Faye behind her

and exclaimed, "What gives you the right to show your face here? You were kicked out. Don't you know

that?"

"Why would they boot me out when I haven't done anything wrong?" Arabella countered with a smirk.

Charlotte was dumbstruck by her shamelessness. "How dare you play innocent! You think the school

would let a troublemaker like you hang around here?!"

"Mind your words, Charlotte." Arabella retorted icily. "The court hasn't convicted me of anything, so

what gives you the right to judge me? Watch out, or I'll sue you for defamation!"

"You!" Charlotte was about to blow her top when Arabella suddenly looked up. Her grin vanished

without a trace.

On the third floor of the school building, Vivienne was looking down at them with an impassive

expression.

The sight of Vivienne's indifferent face nearly made Arabella lose control.

She thought about all the humiliations she had suffered in jail. The daily beatings were brutal, and the

female prisoners forced her to kiss their feet and eat rotten food off the floor. Her desire to tear

Vivienne to shreds intensified.

She wouldn't let Faye and Doreen, the mother-daughter duo, off the hook either.

But Elijah was right. She needed to calm down now. Underestimating Vivienne previously made her act

recklessly and fall into Vivienne's traps.

This time, she wouldn't make the same mistake.

With that thought, she took a deep breath, flashed Vivienne a smile, and then, ignoring Charlotte and

Faye, she turned and took off.