CHAPTER 113: CHAPTER 113: MEMORIES (13)

During the two days at the Harper Family, Florence Fuller was overjoyed.

On Tuesday, the sky was clear as Florence Fuller arrived at school on time.

During lunch break, everyone headed to the cafeteria in groups.

The cafeteria of the private, elite school was a five-story building. Florence wanted pasta from the third floor today, so she went straight to the Western cuisine area.

She was always alone at school and had no friends.

Since shortly after she arrived at the school, Clara Fuller had used her influence to secretly and openly make trouble for her.

Florence Fuller reported directly to Michael Fuller.

Since they wanted her to improve her grades, she wanted Clara to stop causing her trouble at school.

Michael Fuller was not interested in dealing with it, but he did talk to Clara. Since then, the deliberate troubles became trivial issues.

She could handle it.

For example, when Clara’s friends broke her tablet or messed up her things, she would only go to Clara.

She would smash Clara’s things and throw her books, but Clara, trying to maintain her image of a lady, dared not retaliate.

Florence put it plainly in front of her: "Whoever gives me trouble, regardless of who they are, I’ll come to you. However they treat me, that’s how I’ll treat you."

Florence really did as she said. When someone deliberately spilled water on her, she would pour water back on Clara. When Clara sent boys to trouble her, she told Michael that Clara was dating at school.

Clara disliked her but didn’t dare provoke her anymore, and neither did her friends, so they banded together to isolate her.

Those who got close to her found themselves troubled by powerful figures at the school.

At first, she might have felt a bit sad, but she was never one to dwell on problems; she never exhausted herself with internal struggles. Being alone wouldn’t kill her.

She got her food and found an empty table to sit down. After taking a couple of bites, a group of people sat at the empty table next to her.

There were boys and girls, seven or eight of them, none of them Clara Fuller, but almost all knew Clara.

"I heard someone at our school is dating a cripple."

There weren’t many people nearby, and the voice was loud, sounding abrupt in the open space.

"Ah." The voice held disdain: "A cripple?"

"Isn’t it said he’s in a wheelchair?" someone mocked: "It’s about saving on meal costs."

"Hahahahahaha!"

The laughter was especially harsh to Florence Fuller, who glanced over—it was meant for her.

"Some people will settle for anything," a girl commented as she eyed Florence: "So young and already finding a cripple."

"It’s killing me with laughter. No wonder her parents don’t pay her any attention, running off to others’ homes all the time."

"I heard she got a severe beating from her father at home."

"Oh dear... what a pathetic creature."

"But, thinking about it," someone sneered: "A pathetic creature and a cripple, a perfect match, hahaha."

"Hahahahaha."

The ridiculing laughter echoed through the cafeteria, and Florence’s hand loosened on her fork. She looked over: "Clara Fuller didn’t even come to school and yet she shares so much with you dogs."

A boy’s gaze turned cold: "Who are you calling dogs?"

Another girl chimed in: "We were talking about a pathetic creature, not you. Unless, are you really dating a cripple?"

"Hahahaha."

Someone else laughed again.

"Usually, you stay far away from me, but whenever something happens to me, Clara tells you, and you immediately come to me to spread the news. You dogs are really obedient."

Normally, she would endure or walk away before hearing them out.

But talk of cripples and such, she couldn’t tolerate.

"Oh~" A boy stood up, flicking his school uniform: "Didn’t you used to run away like a dog with its tail between its legs? What, you’re not running now, have you grown a thicker skin?"

"Hahaha, dogs with thick skin, huh."

Quite a few people were already watching.

Florence stood up, her gaze icy as she looked at them: "Is this what Clara tells you?"

"If you don’t want anyone to know, don’t do it. Even Clara thinks your little secret is too embarrassing to mention," someone said.

Florence tied up her hair: "So you really are talking about me."

"Tsk," someone sneered: "Only you would do something like that, finding even a cripple acceptable."

"A boar eating fine grain, what’s wrong with a little imperfection? Didn’t Clara say that guy is quite good-looking... ah!"

Florence grabbed the girl’s hair and yanked her backward, causing the girl to scream in pain, but Florence didn’t let go.

Seeing this, a few male students rushed over: "Don’t force us to hit a girl."

Florence knew these people well; they came from wealthy families and were close to Clara.

"You’re not even as good as a woman," Florence sneered, her gaze mocking.

The boy saw this: "You’re asking for it!"

He raised his hand, but Florence kicked him hard in the chest.

Did she learn Taekwondo for nothing since she was young?

A few more boys surrounded her, and people gathered around to watch the commotion.

Though she hadn’t practiced in over two years, Florence could still punch and kick. Most of the boys couldn’t take the hits, and Florence grabbed a food tray, smashing it into a boy’s face, causing him to fall backward.

The boys lay bruised on the ground.

Florence walked up to the girls in the group, coldly saying: "Apologize!"

Stunned to see her so fierce and good at fighting, the girls looked at each other and stammered, "Sorry."

They had caused Florence so much trouble earlier but were truly lucky not to get beaten like that.

"The principal’s here!"

Someone shouted, and the students stepped aside to make way.

The principal looked at the scene of chaos, glancing at the students lying on the ground, almost fainting.

Principal’s office.

Well-dressed noblewomen and suited elite filled the principal’s office before long.

"How could they beat you so badly, my son."

"Principal Bright, I expect a reasonable explanation."

"My child comes to school and ends up in this state."

"Whose family has a death wish, daring to touch my son."

"..."

The overlapping voices gave Florence a headache. She stood by the window, silently watching these people from the elite business world.

"Why hasn’t your guardian arrived yet?" someone turned their attention to Florence.

Florence: "No one’s answering."

"You think I can’t find out, huh... your family is doomed."

"Is this how your family raised you? I’ve never seen you before. Which family do you belong to?"

"Probably an insignificant family..."

Abigail Monrose hurried over, seeing Florence watched by these powerful and wealthy people.

Feeling no pressure was impossible.