Silent Revenge of a Hidden Heiress Chapter 05

Silent Revenge of a Hidden Heiress Chapter 05

After he got the stamp, Nathan didn’t say another 

word to Sheryl. He bought the custard pudding 

and ran straight to the health center. 

There were a few students scattered around the 

infusion room, but Elaine was nowhere to be 

found. 

Nathan’s heart jumped straight into his throat. 

But he told himself Elaine must have gone back to 

the dorms already. 

He ran to the front desk to ask. The school nurse flipped through the sign–in sheet and shook her 

head. 

“Elaine? No one by that name checked in today.” 

Panic shot through his chest. He turned and ran straight for the girls‘ dorms. 

He texted Elaine over and over along the way–no 

reply. Called her–no answer. 

When he got to her dorm building and flagged 

down Elaine’s roommate, the girl exchanged 

confused looks with her roommates before 

saying, “Elaine didn’t tell you? She took a few sick days and went home to rest.” 

Nathan let out a sigh of relief, thanked her, and 

headed straight for Elaine’s hometown. 

But he suddenly froze mid–step. 

It hit him right then–he knew absolutely nothing about Elaine’s family. 

All he knew was that “mom” was the family 

member Elaine mentioned most often. 

He had no clue how many people were in her 

family, what their financial situation was, or even 

where they lived. 

Nathan’s face twisted into a bitter grimace. 

He pulled out his phone again and tried one more 

time to reach her. 

All he got was one single new notification. 

[Nathan, let’s break up.] 

He ran straight to all my old spots looking for me, 

but I was nowhere to be found. 

By the end, a sharp pain suddenly pierced his chest for no reason. 

He ran instinctively toward the school gate. 

All he found there was a Rolls–Royce Cullinan with tinted, fully closed windows. 

The glass was pitch black, but he couldn’t look 

away as it drove off. 

Even though he knew I wasn’t inside, he still stared until the SUV vanished from sight. 

My phone buzzed once, but I didn’t rush to check 

1. it. I carefully zipped up the back of my formall 

gown first. 

Only then did I light up the screen. Sure enough, it 

was a text from Nathan. 

In the few days I’d been home resting, he’d blown 

up my phone with dozens of calls and texts. 

There were so many that I half–worried he’d run 

out of calling credit. 

By today, he’d clearly run out of patience. All he 

sent was one furious, unhinged message. 

[If you want to break up, fine. I’ve done nothing 

wrong. Don’t you dare regret this later–begging 

me won’t change anything!] 

I locked my screen calmly, pulled back the fitting 

room curtain, and turned to my mom. 

“How does this dress look on me?” 

My mom nodded, her face full of approval. “It’s 

gorgeous. It brings out your skin tone so well, and 

it fits your figure perfectly.” 

Right after she finished speaking, my phone rang 

again. 

My mom frowned. “Is he still harassing you?” 

I glanced at the screen and shook my head. “Not 

him. It’s a friend from the student council.” 

I answered the call. It was an underclassman 

who’d worked under me before. 

“Elaine, what happened between you and Nathan? He said today at the meeting you skipped work without reason and slacked off, then fired you in 

front of everyone! 

“You’re the most careful person we know, and 

you’re always so nice to all of us. We’re all so mad for you!” 

I listened to her vent on my behalf, but I felt 

nothing. 

I huffed a soft laugh. 

“It’s fine. I didn’t really want to stay on the student council anyway.” 

I’d originally joined the student council just to be on the same page as Nathan. 

But after two years, I realized my own value and potential were so much bigger than I’d ever 

imagined. 

If Nathan couldn’t see that, someone else would. 

After calming the underclassman down, I walked my mom through the final fundraiser timeline. 

She’d already lined up a team of staff for me, 

who’d come to campus tomorrow to help me set 

up the venue. 

Before bed, she poured me a glass of low–alcohol 

wine, a rare treat. 

She smiled proudly, patted my head, and said 

softly, “My Elaine’s all grown up now. I can’t wait to 

see you shine tomorrow.”