Lucifer looked aggrieved. Tiffany touched her forehead and muttered, "Forget it; who isn't a baby?" She had raised Lucifer herself and spoiled it rotten. Standing, she patted the nonexistent dust on her clothes, pondering an excuse.

Richard approached and stood behind her, a faint smile playing on his thin lips as he observed their interaction. "My pet doesn't recognize strangers," he said.

"That's right," Tiffany replied, then laughed. "Maybe I'm more popular with animals. After all, I'm beautiful and popular everywhere."

Richard chuckled at her self-praise. He nodded and followed her. "That's true," he agreed.

Tiffany, thick-skinned, found his support unbearable and planned another escape. "Well, I'm leaving!"

Seeing this, Evan, who had been anxiously waiting, cried out, "Tiffany, please don't leave, okay?" His grief escalated from weeping to wailing, and he was inconsolable.

However, Richard interjected, "Evan's parents passed away early, and he was bedridden for two years. His heart is fragile, and he's close to no one except you"

Overwhelmed with guilt, Tiffany squatted to comfort him. "Please don't cry. I won't leave."

"Really?" Evan sobbed, his long eyelashes heavy with tears, his eyes brimming with sadness.

"Yes," Tiffany affirmed. He finally stopped crying, and Tiffany, though initially reluctant, stayed voluntarily.

During lunch, Tiffany observed Richard. "Didn't he have a poor appetite? He doesn't seem to be," she thought. Aloud, she said, "Mr. Hampton, your appetite is quite good. Why did Evan say you weren't feeling well?"

Evan, feeling guilty, quietly ate, saying nothing. Richard raised an eyebrow. "It's all because you are beautiful, Miss Wood."

Speechless, Tiffany could only manage, "Mr. Hampton, you know how to talk."

Richard smiled. "Just telling the truth."

Evan secretly raised his head, excited. Fight! Fight! he thought, but his excitement was betrayed by his expression, drawing their attention.

Tiffany smiled. "Do you have too little homework?"

Richard nodded. "It's time to send you to catch up on your lessons."

Evan was bewildered. He was still a baby!

Later, while stroking Evan's head as they left Royal Bay, Tiffany said, "I'll send you some exam papers next time. You'll like them, won't you?" It was blatant revenge for being tricked into going there. Evan's big, helpless eyes welled up, and he cried.

"There's no use crying!" Tiffany declared, poking his head before driving off.

Returning to school after changing and removing her mask, Tiffany found the school forum abuzz. News of Sandra's sudden engagement to Jordan spread like wildfire. Few had noticed her absence after leaving the hospital; Kenneth knew but hadn't cared. By the time she was remembered, she'd already spent several days by Jordan's side, solidifying her new identity as the Booth family's daughter-in-law. She returned to class sporting a large diamond ring.

Few were envious; it was an aristocratic school. Most students came from wealthy families and, instead of being envious, belittled the Booths as nouveau riche—rich, but not truly part of high society.

Upon entering the classroom, Tiffany found a group of girls questioning Sandra: "Sandra, do you really like Jordan? Does Jordan treat you well? When did you two get together? Hey, why is there a scar on your face? You don't look as good as before…"

Despite the barrage of questions, Sandra maintained a flawless smile. "He treats me quite well. My expectations weren't high to begin with. It's fine as long as he can be considerate of me and not let me suffer from cold and hunger." The implication was clear.

Many looked at her sympathetically; orphaned and vulnerable, she'd likely suffered hardship, explaining her acceptance of Jordan.

Tiffany laughed, then approached, smiling. "Congratulations. It looks like I'm the last to know. It shouldn't be too late, should it? I'll tell Dad and Mom when I get home and get them to prepare a wedding gift for you." This was a subtle jab, implying her parents' unawareness of the relationship.

Sandra's hatred was palpable. "If it weren't for you, would I have ended up like this?" she accused. Without Tiffany's interference, she would have married Kenneth. Tiffany's actions, she believed, had led to her parents' demise and her current circumstances.

"You're the one who forced me! You!" Sandra cried, her composure shattered.

"Really?" Tiffany replied, still smiling. "Serves you right."

Sandra was speechless. This simple retort was the ultimate victory. Unable to retaliate publicly, she burst into tears. Others, assuming it was due to long-standing conflict, offered perfunctory comfort and returned to their studies.

Zoe scoffed, "You really know how to put on an act. You only know how to scam Tiffany every day. Disgusting!"