Chapter 30
Roschelle looked at her and suddenly laughed, “What do I know? That you were a high school student skipping school and getting a room with a boy?”
Clarissa suddenly looked up and glared at her: “You didn’t know how to respect yourself, so what’s wrong if I exposed you?”
“It’s your own fault for being cheap. You got caught, so how do you have the nerve to come here and freak out?”
Alaricka sneered, “I told you, just based on the views and likes on your post, I could totally sue you for defamation. You don’t know what’s going on, you’re rude, even your own mother wouldn’t want you.”
Alaricka didn’t hesitate and slapped Clarissa again.
Pop!
But this slap didn’t land on Clarissa’s face; it landed on Roschelle’s arm.
Roschelle frowned, lowered her head, and called out softly. When she looked up, her eyes were already filled with tears, looking pitiful.
“Ms. Huston, why did you hit Clarissa?”
A hint of a smile flashed in Clarissa’s eyes, then she got really mad: “Alaricka, I could take it when you hit me, but why did you hit Rose? What did she do wrong?”
Alaricka frowned, “I wasn’t hitting…”
“Alaricka.”
Kieran’s voice was low and full of anger.
Alaricka’s heart skipped a beat, and she turned around.
Kieran stood behind her, his narrow black eyes full of sharpness and anger, his sword-like brows slightly furrowed.
She opened her mouth but didn’t say anything yet, and behind her, Roschelle shouted, sounding either wronged or like she was trying hard not to cry.
“Kier. I… I was kind of in pain…”
Kieran’s eyes darkened, and he shot Alaricka a sharp look, then strode over to Roschelle.
Alaricka stiffly clenched her hand, her nails almost digging into her palm.
She saw Kieran carefully lift Roschelle’s slender, fair arm with his palm, his eyes looking closely at the red finger marks on her pale skin.
“Did it hurt?”
It was Alaricka’s usual thing, and the gentle tone Kieran only used with Roschelle.
Roschelle sniffed, shifted her feet, and snuggled herself into Kieran’s arms.
She shook her head, her voice soft and low: “If you’re here, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Kieran’s eyebrows moved a little, his hand lightly grabbed a spot on Roschelle’s arm where there wasn’t a red mark, his brows furrowed, and he looked right into Roschelle’s eyes.
He muttered, “Stupid.”
Roschelle rested her head on Kieran’s shoulder: “I’m not stupid.”
“I knew you cared about me, and that made me really happy.”
Roschelle looked up, her eyes soft and gentle as she looked at Kieran.
Kieran grabbed Roschelle’s wrist and pulled her into the hospital room, making her sit on the couch.
“You sit down. I’ll handle it.”
When he said this, Kieran’s tone got tough.
Roschelle grabbed Kieran’s hand, her fingers resting in Kieran’s palm, and she looked up a little.
“Don’t be too mad, I think Ms. Huston didn’t do it on purpose either.”
Kieran put her hand back on the armrest of the couch: “I had my own reasons.”
Clarissa couldn’t help but laugh. “Alaricka, if you dared to hit Rose, that’s like slapping Kieran in the face. You’re dead. No one can help you.”
Alaricka looked at Kieran striding over.
Unavoidable, Alaricka felt scared.
When Kieran got closer, Alaricka took a few steps back.
The next second, Kieran grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the hospital room.
Chapter 30
Kieran took big steps, and Alaricka almost couldn’t keep up with Kieran.
She slapped Kieran’s hand: “Let go of me, let go of me!”
Kieran dragged her, pulled her to a corner of the hospital, and threw her against the wall.
Kieran didn’t hold back his strength. If Alaricka hadn’t quickly put her hand behind her head, the back of her head would’ve slammed hard into the wall.
Alaricka opened her eyes, and Kieran was already grabbing her chin, lifting her face up.
Kieran’s eyes were sharp and deep, and his voice was full of suppressed anger: “Alaricka, you still didn’t learn to behave, did you? Now you even know how to hit people?”
“Shouldn’t Clarissa have been hit?”
Alaricka frowned and scoffed, “Why should I be good? They’re all about to step on my head, am I supposed to pretend I don’t see anything?”
“I knew you liked Roschelle, and I also knew Clarissa was your sister. So what? Did I have to give in all the time and let them do whatever they wanted?”
“Clarissa got someone to beat me up and assault me, and she posted stuff online to smear me. She’s not that smart and doesn’t have the ability to do all this, so who was behind her giving all these ideas?”