Chapter 335

Charlie said, "From the looks of it, that boy really cares about her." Therefore, he believed that even if he and Thalia didn't acknowledge Melody as their daughter, she would still be the young mistress of the Harper family in the future. He thought he and his wife wouldn't need to worry; Kenneth would take care of Melody.

Thalia responded, "True."

Melody, the subject of their conversation, was so angry that she locked herself in her room all night after being sent home by the Kelley family's chauffeur that afternoon. She had originally planned to use her injuries as an excuse to stay with the Kelley family for a few days to get closer to Thalia. She hadn't expected that, because of Eric's words, Thalia, though reluctant, still sent her away. This infuriated Melody. She felt the Kelley family should have been her family, and Eric and Thalia should have been her mother and brother. She hadn't expected them all to side with Tiffany.

Furious, Melody gritted her teeth. She could only plan her next move to successfully be recognized as the Kelley family's daughter and return to the family. However, she was alone and couldn't simply show up; otherwise, the Kelley couple would only think she was ambitious. She knew it would be disastrous to act rashly and fail. She wished for a helper.

She thought about it, finding the situation troublesome. Then, she heard footsteps from downstairs. The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet night. Living on the second floor, she could hear it distinctly. Curiosity piqued, she went to the window and looked down.

Under the bright streetlights, an injured woman limped forward. Someone seemed to be chasing her, so the woman frantically flipped over and hid in the courtyard of Melody's villa.

Melody's eyes lit up. She thought, "Although this woman is injured, she seems quite skilled. If I can use her…"

With that thought, Melody immediately went downstairs and entered the courtyard under the pretense of throwing away trash. She pretended to have accidentally discovered the woman hiding and exclaimed, "Who are you?"

Footsteps approached from outside. The woman was clearly flustered. Just as she was about to leave, Melody brought her into the villa. "Don't worry," she said, "the people looking for you won't dare trespass."

She handed over a first-aid kit. "You're injured. Do you need me to treat your wounds, or do you want to do it yourself?"

This woman was Yvonne. Although she had taken the magical pill given by Tiffany, the arrow wound on her shoulder was too serious; the pill couldn't fully heal it, and the wound still looked severe.

Seeing Yvonne struggling, Melody said, "Then let me help you."

"Thank you," Yvonne replied, turning to allow Melody to treat her wound.

As Melody applied ointment, she casually asked, "Did you offend someone? How did you get so seriously injured? They won't let you go?"

Yvonne answered without hesitation, "Tiffany Kelley did this to me."

It was indeed Tiffany who had caused her injuries. Even before she arrived, Tiffany had instructed her on what to say. However, because Yvonne always hated Tiffany, her tone was aloof and resentful, so Melody didn't notice anything amiss. After all, she hated Tiffany as well.

Melody was stunned. "Tiffany Kelley? Tiffany is my classmate. She's always been very nice. Why would she try to kill you? How did you provoke her?" She was merely probing.

Yvonne sneered. "You've been fooled by her. How can you say she's nice? Would I hurt myself like this?" Her injuries were all arrow wounds, clearly infected. She had been injured for some time.

Melody wondered if Yvonne had intentionally injured herself to gain something from her. She thought for a moment and asked again, "Then how did you provoke her?"

"I didn't provoke her. I want to kill her!" Yvonne's words were filled with hatred; even her beautiful eyes looked ferocious.

As the saying went, the enemy of one's enemy is a friend. When Melody heard this, she smiled. "To be honest, I have as many grudges against Tiffany as you do. She even tried to kill me twice before. If I hadn't been lucky, she would have succeeded."

She sighed. "It's a pity she has a powerful family and a big business. She also has Mr. Hampton's support. Even if I want revenge, I can't." This was true. Though she didn't reveal the full story, she noticed Yvonne's clenched fists when she mentioned Mr. Hampton. Yvonne was extremely jealous. She snorted indifferently. "She seduced Mr. Hampton with just her pretty face!"

Melody asked, "Since we have a common goal, may I ask about your background?" Melody was vigilant; she wouldn't fully believe Yvonne until she understood her background. She could, of course, tell if Yvonne was lying.

Yvonne didn't hide anything and told Melody about her background. Every word was true.

Melody was excited. She hadn't expected her wish for an ally to come true so easily. This would make dealing with Tiffany much easier.

Melody comforted her gently, "Stay at my house for now and recuperate. If you need my help, feel free to ask."

Yvonne nodded in agreement. However, both women were thinking of using the other as a pawn against Tiffany—a tool to eliminate their mutual enemy without getting their hands dirty. After all, the mastermind could shift the blame, but the perpetrator wouldn't be able to escape the consequences if exposed. Yvonne had already suffered such a loss once. Now, all she wanted was to protect herself. Moreover, her words to Melody were half-truths. She hated Tiffany, but she couldn't really take revenge now. She had gained Melody's trust to monitor her. Thinking of this, Yvonne felt even more defeated and aggrieved at being at Tiffany's mercy.

The next morning, Tiffany got into her car and went to school. Having spent a few days doing charity in the mountains, her day off was within regulations. However, upon entering the classroom, the noise immediately ceased. Tiffany was used to this; her classmates were gossiping about her, and now they fell silent, fearing repercussions.

Tiffany smiled. She never cared about rumors and sat down. Unexpectedly, the fragrance of pink roses wafted from the desk beside her.