NovelUSAChapter 455 Jeanette shot a glance at the teacher on the platform, biting back her anger as she lowered her head. "It won't happen again," she mumbled.
As soon as the words left her lips, she made her way over to the group of roommates she usually hung out with. Sliding into the seat beside them, she whispered, "Why didn't you callwhen you guys left earlier?" None of them-who'd always been eager to please her-bothered to respond.
The smile on Jeanette's face faltered for a moment. She waited until class ended, then forced a grin and looked their way. "Let's hit the bar tonight. Drinks are on me." Even as she said it, a sneer flickered in her mind: Bunch of freeloaders. Living off my money, and now they think they can freezeout? If you're so high and mighty, just say no.
Jeanette kept smiling, expecting them to wag their tails and jump at her offer like always. But this time, they just stared at her, silent, eyes glinting with mockery.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Why are you all looking atlike that?" Jeanette's voice wavered as she stared back at them.
The three exchanged glances, then turned on her, voices dripping with scorn: "What's with the attitude, Miss Iverson? Got a little cash and think you're something special?" "Guess you haven't checked your phone yet. Everyone online is saying you're nothing but a bastard-like you deserve to hang out with us. Disgusting." "Your mom's a whore, and you're her daughter. No wonder you're always sneaking off with guys behind our backs-you're just following in her footsteps." "Like mother, like daughter." "Jeanette, I'm really curious-are you Dick's daughter, or Sawyer's?" The three of them crossed their arms, closing in on Jeanette, herding her into a corner.
"What are you talking about?" Jeanette's face had gone pale, but she kept her composure. She pulled out her phone and opened Instagram.
Dick and Aline's names were trending at the top of the search feed. Jeanette clicked in, and as she saw the photos and the comments underneath, her expression changed tically.
No wonder everyone was acting so differently-no wonder their stares felt loaded.
Jeanette shoved past them, coldly, not bothering to stay for the next class. She headed straight home.
Meanwhile, over in Crestwood, the Sawyer family—who had moved there stago—had also seen the news.
At first, Sawyer barely reacted to the explicit photos and videos. But then he spotted a comment: Judging by the timeline, Aline was already seeing Dick before she marine Sawyer. Makes you wonder if Jeanette is really Dick's kid.
Sawyer stared at the comment, his face turning ashen. He went back and checked the timestamps on the videos of Aline and Dick-and sure enough, they were together before he and Aline had even met A chilling realization crept in. He couldn't bear to think that the daughter he'd loved all these years might not be his own, but Dick's. Yet the undeniable resemblance between Dick and Jeanette, ove splashed all over Instagram, made it impossible to ignore.
He had to find out the truth.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSawyer couldn't wait another minute. He drove straight to the Glenwood family's house.
When he arrived, it was Aline who opened the door.
Blood streaked her face and arms, her hair a tangled mess so far from the poised woman Sawyer remembered.
"What are you doing here?" Aline's face went white as she saw him, m panic flashing in hexeyes: She tried O to slam the door, but Sawyer was faster and stronger. He shoved his way inside. Jeanette was there too. For a moment, she froze, a flicker of fear in her eyes.
But Sawyer didn't look at Jeanette.
He fixed his gaze on Alige, voige cold and demanding. "Tell me. Whose E daughter is Jeanette?"
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