Chapter 30: Chapter 30

Chapter 30:

“You…” Cold sweat soaked Etta’s skin.

Her voice was barely a breath, thin and weak.

“Just you wait…” Etta swore she’d make Harlee pay for this and ideally, leave the Sanderson household for good.

“Are you planning to report me?” Harlee strolled over, her pace casual, as she fixed her backpack with ease.

“Have you got any proof?”

Proof? Etta’s eyes fell on her throbbing right arm. That was all the proof she needed.

In a surge of anger, Etta moved her arm without thinking, only to feel a stabbing pain, like a thousand needles piercing an open wound.

Yet somehow, her previously broken arm was now fully mended.

Etta blinked in shock. The ache still lingered, leaving her face pale, but there was no visible damage. Not even the faintest bruise.

How was this possible? She was dumbfounded.

Then, Etta remembered Harlee had slapped her hard, surely leaving some mark behind. This very thought spurred Etta toward the full-length mirror.

But as she caught sight of herself, she froze.

Her face showed no sign of a mark, no trace at all, though the dizziness lingered.

A ringing in her ear was the only proof she hadn’t imagined the whole ordeal.

“What on earth did you do?” Etta shot a fearful glare at Harlee, as if she were staring down a monster.

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“Out.” Harlee tilted her chin toward the door.

“Unless you’re ready for a second round.”

Though rage churned inside her, Etta stumbled out, looking like someone fleeing from ghosts.

Harlee watched Etta go with quiet satisfaction. She hoped this lesson would make Etta think wisely and not cause trouble again. Without any proof of Harlee’s attack on her, Etta knew her complaints would be futile, leaving her with no choice but to swallow her anger.

At dinner, Etta claimed not to feel well and opted against heading downstairs for the meal. Skyla was a bit worried.

“Isn’t there a family doctor?” Harlee remarked flatly and continued eating, unfazed.

Taking Harlee’s suggestion, Skyla had the family doctor check on Etta, only to report she was fine.

“Etta had said she didn’t feel well and indeed felt pretty uncomfortable,” Skyla replied, clearly puzzled.

Harlee smiled and asked the doctor, “What did she say was bothering her?”

“She first mentioned a headache and then said her arm hurt.

But after a full checkup, I found nothing wrong.”

“Maybe it’s my lack of skill.” The doctor hesitated, implying Etta might be faking it, but was too polite to say so bluntly.

“Dr. Lambert, you’re a world-famous medical expert. You’re too humble to say you lack skills,” Skyla responded without missing a beat.

Harlee rested her chin in her hand and spoke quietly.

“Etta was fine before. It’s only since I got back that she’s had problems.”

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