Chapter 350

“The worst part is, she might never get back on her feet!”

“Lisette is just the worst!”

“If I were Calliope, I’d be furious!”

“Does the Jewell family really like that foster daughter of theirs so much?”

“Sure, Lisette’s awful, but the Jewell family isn’t blameless. If they genuinely cared about Calliope, they wouldn’t have let her be wronged by some foster daughter, right?”

“Exactly, the Jewell family has serious issues!”

“Haven’t they always called Calliope a jinx? Please, she’s a blessing, not a curse!”

“They’ve probably lost a real treasure! I feel sorry for the Jewell family!”

The classmates cast glances at Calliope, each one more convinced that she had the aura of true royalty.

Lisette paled in comparison. No matter how hard she tried to cover it up, her lack of refinement and self-assurance was evident, something she couldn’t easily change. Meanwhile, Calliope exuded an innate gracefulness that Lisette could never imitate.

“The difference between genuine and fake is so obvious!”

“It’s crystal clear!”

“Calliope is like a princess, full of elegance. Even in tough times, she gives off the vibe of a fallen princess!”

“Yeah, no matter how much Lisette dresses up, she always looks like a country girl trying to fit in, and that rustic air never goes away!”

“Seriously, how could the Jewell family be so blind?”

“But hey, Silas really has an eye for quality!”

“Is Silas really that good to her, though?”

“And then there’s Gideon. Isn’t he the one who bailed on his wedding and is now marrying someone else?”

“Wow, that’s juicy!”

“Bet a lot of people are regretting their choices now.”

On stage, Calliope caught snippets of the chatter below. She couldn’t help but smirk.

Seems like they’re all on her side now. She wondered where Horatio’s loyalties lay.

But then again, it didn’t really matter to her anymore.

She focused on Horatio, knowing he’d seen the surgery video and now understood why he could stand again.

Horatio had indeed seen it, and his heart raced. All this time, he’d thought Lisette had healed his legs. But it was Calliope, his true sister!

He looked at Calliope, feeling a mix of confusion, gratitude, and a bruised ego.

“I–I didn’t know it was you who healed me. Why didn’t you say anything?” Horatio couldn’t help but ask.

“Why didn’t I say anything?” Calliope laughed softly, looking at Horatio.

“Horatio, I think I’ve mentioned it more than once, haven’t I? You just never believed me. You can’t blame me for not saying anything when you didn’t listen.”

“You trusted Lisette, and even when I warned you about your legs, you didn’t believe me. Oh, and I also was the Miracle Doctor.” Calliope shrugged, “But none of you believed me, right?”

Horatio sat in his wheelchair, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles whitened.

Calliope’s reminders echoed in his mind; she had indeed said those things many times. And he hadn’t believed a single word.

Valerian, standing nearby, lifted his chin defiantly and said, “If you had proof, why didn’t you show it earlier? Why should we have believed you without evidence?”