The True Heiress's Return

Chapter 38 When she finished, Rebecca's breath becheavier, as if she was repressing something. "Where are you?" Rebecca asked.

Tm at Celeste Couture in Grand Mall. What happened?" Yvette was confused, but the only response she got was the click of the line going dead. Yvette was baffled, having no idea what had just happened. After saying goodbye to Xanthe and Berry, she walked out of the store. Just then, she heard a voice from a passerby's phone, which astonished her. "Tim sorry, I shouldn't have used your design. It's all my fault!" Suddenly, Yvette realized something. She rushed over and took the passerby's phone. "What are you doing?" the passerby got mad, but then he recognized Yvette in surprise. "Wait, you're Yvette Nelson? The girl in the video?" Yvette stared at the screen, eyes wide as she saw a video posted on the official Nelson Group account. "Who? Who did this?" she screamed.

The passerby, startled by her outburst, quickly grabbed their phone back and stepped away, turning his camera on her. "How could a rich girl be like this? Just like in the video, no class at all!" Yvette glared at him. "Stop filming! Put that phone dow down!" The commotion drew more onlookers, and soon, a small crowd had gathered. More people raised their phones, recording her.

"That's the rich kid who stole someone else's design for the competition? Wow, what a spoiled brat, dirty and unapologetic.

"Yeah, didn't she say she'd sincerely apologize in that last video? And now she's acting like nothing happened. When confronted, she plays dumb and cries like a victim." "Exactly! The person she copied from must be so fed up. Yvette publicly said she'd apologize, but when it ctime, she cried like she was being bullied." "She's just pulling a a pity card. Does she really think we're that gullible? Cry a little, and the public will take her side? She really thinks she is wronged." "Huh, should should we praise her for her crying skills? What a great performance of playing the victim!" The murmurs and accusations around her grew louder, and Yvette tried to keep her composure.

But now, these stupid trolls were right in front of her, taunting her in person. And they were all losers who dressed in cheap clothes Yvette's anger boiled over.

What a t are you filming for? This has nothing to do with you!" She lost control and swung at the nearest phone, knocking it out of the person's hand. The phone hit the ground with a sharp crack, shattering into pieces. Then, Mitchell arrived, witnessing the scene "Yvette!" "Mitchell! You're finally here!" Tears welled up in Yvette's eyes as she threw herself into Mitchell's arms, looking weak and pitiful. They're all bullying me..." "I'm taking you out of here Mitchell wrapped an arm around her, shielding her from the agitated crowd as he led her toward the parking lot, finally getting her into the car.

Mitchell let out a sigh of relief as he shut the car door behind them. The past ten minutes had been sof the most chaotic of his life. In the scuttle, someone had even yanked on Yvette's hair, and his silk shirt had been torn in the process Chapter 38 08:22 08:22 Oct 19 Oct Now, looking at Yvette's usually well-maintained hair, which was now a tangled mess with knots, Mitchell couldn't help but frown.

Yvette was on the verge of tears. "What are those idiots even doing? I can't take this. I'm calling the police. I'm going to sue them—' "Yvette, how could you smack that person's hand?" Mitchell asked. His question stunned Yvette, leaving her momentarily speechless.

Tears quickly welled up and streamed down her face. "Mitchell, are you blaming me, too? Is it my fault for bringing trouble to the family? Everyone is mocking me, criticizing ine, and I'm just supposed to take it without fighting back?" In the past, no matter what, Mitchell would always comfort her when she cried, without questioning right or wrong. But now he felt an unexplainable irritation.

Especially since he had seen her furious expression when she knocked that person's phone out of his hand, he found Yvette. his cherished little sister, felt so unfamiliar to him. He wondered how she turned out like this.

Mitchell rolled down the window, letting the breeze cool his temper. "Claude, get in touch with the person whose phone was broken. Offer him ten times the compensation." Mr. Mitchell Nelson," said Claude.

Yvette was angrier, for she thought Mitchell shouldn't offer that loser ten times the compensation.

"Yvette, you saw the video, didn't you?" Mitchell took a deep breath and turned back to face Yvette, locking eyes with her. "Didn't you tellthat you would apologize to Shakira?" "I was going to apologize, but I didn't say I'd do it in front of the whole class!" Yvette's expression twisted with discomfort. It was right after class, and everyone was watching." As she spoke, she began to sob. "I begged Shakira. I asked her if we could talk somewhere else, but she refused. She even said maybe Mom and Dad hadn't taughtproperly. She used Mom and Dad to threaten me. What was I supposed to do?" Her face tilted upward, tears of anguish rolling down her cheeks her eyes filled with helplessness. "Do you also think I'm wrong, Mitchell? It's Shakira who won't letoff." Mitchell clenched his fists, his breathing heavy. "But Yvette, it doesn't matter where you apologize. In any situation, it's the same. We-the Nelson family-can admit when we're wrong. If she asks for an apology, you should apologize to her. But you... Mitchell wanted to ask her what she was crying for. But before he could ask this question, Yvette had already lowered her head, burying her face in her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.