Chapter 331

Freya suddenly realized she didn't resemble Eloise in the slightest. Freya was Freya herself, not a stand-in for anyone else.

The following morning, Ronan had his family doctor come to check Freya's injuries. Once the doctor got a good look at how banged up she was, he got right to work patching her up and threw in some advice on the way out the door.

Freya had intended to practice writing with her left hand in her apartment, but then she remembered it was the due date for library returns at school. With a sigh, she realized she had no choice but to head to the school library.

As fate would have it, Jenny and Eloise were there, cramming for what might be the most difficult final exams in years, as rumored. It seemed every senior was burning the midnight oil in the library, desperate not to fall behind.

Jenny spotted Freya and immediately sauntered over with a smirk. “Well, isn’t it Miss Dawson from the renowned Dawson family? What’s got you wandering here alone to return books? Where’s your ever-present sidekick, Luna? Did she finally ditch you now that word’s out about the Dawson family’s financial turmoil? Trying to avoid guilt by association with the sinking ship?”

The student council president at Summit University, Eloise, wielded nearly as much power as the faculty. Backed by a posse of female student council members, her influence was undeniable. Despite neither Freya nor Eloise securing the coveted spots for studying abroad, the council’s disdain for Freya, perceived as imitating their beloved Eloise, was palpable.

The crowd sneered, “With the Dawson family’s reputation in tatters, who wouldn’t want to distance themselves, fearing backlash from Mr. Sutton?”

“Kara’s already reduced to being Mr. Sutton’s aide. It seems the older aide’s days are numbered, bound for misery.”

“Rumor has it, Freya, that after your little stunt with Preston backing you up and your vendetta against Ellie’s family, Mr. Sutton’s abandonment landed you in jail, all banged up. Serves you right!” Jenny led the barrage of insults.

The entire school knew crossing Kieran meant a grim future for Freya. At Summit University, the social hierarchy was merciless, especially to those who offended the powerful. Jenny’s disdain for Freya, once flaunting her influence and causing Mae to drop out, only deepened.

In a sudden move, Jenny reached out to shove her. Freya caught Jenny’s wrist in her left hand, gripping it tightly.

“Ah! Let go! Freya, release me now!” Jenny screamed, the pain evident in her voice.

Freya’s grip was rock solid, practically putting Jenny’s wrist in a vice.

Seeing this, Eloise stepped forward. “Freya, don’t take it too far. Let her go!”

“Too far? Was it not ‘too far’ when she treated me this way? Ms. Harwood, as the president of the student council, shouldn’t you be striving for fairness and justice?”

Freya’s voice turned colder, signaling she would no longer tolerate their bullying. She was done playing nice, with exams looming and her ties with Kieran severed.