Chapter 151: Guidance

"You lying snake! Do you think I’ll let you off, hah?!"

"Get your hands off me!"

"No, you let go!"

"Kyah!"

Patricia and Nina’s squeal echoed in the restroom as they grabbed each other’s hair. They aggressively screamed their lungs out, calling each other’s names, and blaming each other for their situation.

Yet, neither of them had realized even if this didn’t happen, their previous actions would also warrant heavy consequences.

"Kyah! You’re hurting me!" Nina yelled.

Patricia yelled back. "You lying piece of snake!"

As they fought each other, some students who were about to use the restroom halted. They were astounded at the fierce catfight happening inside before one quickly reacted and called for the teacher.

"What is happening here?! Patricia! Nina!"

Despite the teacher’s yell to stop the fight, Nina and Patricia didn’t let go. Instead, Patricia pulled Nina’s hair even more violently.

"Liar! Fake friend! Snake!"

"Patricia, you’re hurting me!" Nina yelled back, but instead of her earlier fierceness, she quickly changed her tone when she heard the teacher’s voice.

"You two!" the teacher yelled once more before he stepped in to pull them apart from each other. It took a lot of force and strength from the teacher and some students to separate the two.

Standing between Patricia and Nina with other students holding them, the teacher shook his head. "You two, to the guidance office — NOW!"

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After the headmaster’s meeting regarding the flowerpot incident, he quickly gathered the faculty staff, school staff, and everyone for an important meeting. Hence, even if some of the teachers showed favoritism and would turn a blind eye to such incidents, they couldn’t. Otherwise, they would risk their careers once the headmaster heard it.

In the guidance office, Patricia and Nina sat opposite each other. Patricia continued to glare daggers at Nina while Nina avoided her gaze. Nina’s expression, however, showed the same displeasure as the one Patricia was wearing.

"Oh, my goodness!" Suddenly, Mrs. Miller’s voice echoed in the office.

"Mom!" Patricia stood up and melted into her mother’s embrace.

Mrs. Miller sported a look of worry and alarm. By how pale and aghast she looked, it was evident she rushed here the moment she heard the call from the guidance office.

"Patricia, what is going on here?" she gazed down and fixed her daughter’s tangled and messy hair.

"It’s her!" Patricia pointed a finger at Nina. "It’s because of her my life is miserable!"

The moment Mrs. Miller’s eyes fell on Nina, her expression turned sour. "What is going on here?! How could you let this child hurt my baby?!"

"Mrs. Miller —" the teacher intervened and tried to calm her down, but to no avail.

"I want a reasonable explanation! My daughter is already being punished wrongly for something this girl did! And now, you’re letting this girl pick on her! Explain this to me now! No, better yet, call the headmaster!"

Mrs. Miller fumed as her voice rose at every word she spewed. She couldn’t stop pointing a finger at Nina, berating her, and even bringing up the baby switch.

"No wonder this girl smells fishy when I first met her!" Mrs. Miller added, glaring daggers at Nina. "You! You should be ashamed for befriending my kid, knowing you’re nothing but a fraud! Hah! Do you think I won’t know that you’ve been putting a wedge between the real daughter of the Bennets and Patricia?!"

Patricia smirked as she cast Nina a mocking look. Nina, on the other hand, secretly clasped her hands as she glared daggers at both mother and daughter.

Before they found out about the baby swapping, these two treated her well. But now that they knew about it, they were mocking and belittling her. What a two-faced people. If only Nina was still in the Bennet, Mrs. Miller wouldn’t be so audacious to say all of these things.

’Tch!’ Nina clicked her tongue and looked away.

"Mrs. Miller, please calm down," the teacher was not at all pleased at this point. "We’ve called you in here to settle the matters and not fuel the flame."

"Fuel the flame?! Can’t you see this brat!? She’s glaring at me as if she already killed me a hundred times in her mind! Her criminal mind is dangerous! Look what she had done to my precious daughter!"

"Is your daughter the only precious daughter here?" Just then, Jessa’s voice was also heard. But unlike Mrs. Miller, Jessa came in here cooly without any trace of urgency.

Meanwhile, Nina glanced at her auntie and quietly lamented in her heart. Since Jessa was here, Nina expected her auntie to humiliate her again. She wouldn’t be surprised if Jessa took their side instead of hers. After all, Jessa’s entire existence was to hate her and make sure Penny gets all the spotlight.

Jessa stopped a few steps from Mrs. Miller, folding her arms, looking at the woman from up and down.

"Haha! No wonder that brat behind you is so tacky! The tree is tacky and so is the fruit as well!"

"Huh?" Nina furrowed her brows, looking at Jessa with wide eyes. "Auntie, what are you...?"

"Wha — what did you just say?" Mrs. Miller scoffed while Patricia clasped her mother and hid behind her. "Did you — did you just call me — hah! The nerve! Who in the world are you!?"

Jessa sneered, her expression ready to bite these mother and daughter duo. "I am the one and only Jessa Cortez, and the guardian of the child you kept talking down to!"

The teacher sighed helplessly as he tried to intervene. But alas, both women were in their fighting mode and he was afraid they would just beat him just because he was in the way.

"You!"

"Go ahead and touch me!" Jessa warned as she took another step, making Mrs. Miller step back on instinct. "Touch me and you’ll see what you’re looking for. Unlike you, I hadn’t paid for any Botox treatment!"

Mrs. Miller’s face reddened in anger, but Patricia tugged her clothes.

"Mom, let’s not fight her," Patricia muttered, knowing Jessa even crushed the headmaster with her words yesterday. If her mother fought her, she was afraid Jessa would send them to the hospital. Worse. Straight to the heavens!

"Goodness. I just said I’ll only think of happy moments today to prevent any wrinkles from showing, but people just make it so hard for me to do so." Jessa shook her head and her eyes fell on Nina. The latter’s shoulders stiffened, but Jessa didn’t say anything as she shifted her eyes to the teacher. "Are you the teacher or the clown to make me laugh? What are you still doing? Waiting for another catfight?"

The teacher cleared his throat and told them to sit down so they could discuss the situation with the guidance counselor.