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Chapter 245

The two-day monthly break flew by in a flash. โ€œWhoa, slow down. Stop chasing me!โ€ playful shouts rang out from behind Lydia, followed by the sounds of students laughing and running.

Lydia sat quietly at her desk, idly twirling a dainty bottle in her hands. Her downcast eyes studied the vessel in her palm as her slender fingers absently traced the lid. It was an unconscious habit whenever she was lost in thought. Her face showed no particular emotion.

Lydia stared at the half-empty jar of Moon Scar Cream. โ€˜I heard he was badly injured. Should I go see him or not?โ€™ she wondered, fingers tightening around the jar.

Just then, someone shouted, โ€œCrap, Iโ€™m gonna fall!โ€

Right the next second, Lydia felt a jolt on her shoulder. The precious bottle slipped from her grasp and went flying.

She shot to her feet, shoved the person behind her aside, and snapped, โ€œGet lost!โ€ Her voice was icy as she hurried after the bottle rolling quickly across the floor.

The boys whoโ€™d been horsing around behind her suddenly realized their mistake and all stopped dead. โ€œOh, sorry, Lydia!โ€ they blurted out, looking sheepish.

The round bottle spun rapidly across the polished floor.

Zinnia had just left Maisieโ€™s seat when she spotted a bottle rolling across the floor. She instinctively reached for it, but a chair blocked her way. By the time she managed to push the chair aside, the bottle had already rolled out of reach.

โ€œWhatโ€™s going on?โ€ The slight commotion caught the attention of those who had been watching them closely.

Anne walked into the classroom, her backpack slung over one shoulder. Her eyes widened in surprise when she noticed something rolled to a stop at her feet. She bent down, picked it up, and stared at it in disbelief.

Lydia shoved past the people blocking her way and rushed forward. โ€œWatch your step. Donโ€™t step on it!โ€ she snapped, her voice sharp and urgent.

Anne turned sharply toward Lydia, her grip on the bottle unyielding. โ€œWhere did you get this?โ€ she demanded, her fingers whitening around the bottle as she looked up, eyes flashing with barely contained emotion.

โ€œGive it back.โ€ Lydiaโ€™s voice turned icy as she saw Anne clutching her precious bottle. She thrust out her hand, her tone leaving no room for refusal.

โ€œIs thisโ€ฆ yours?โ€ Anneโ€™s hand trembled as she placed the jar in Lydiaโ€™s palm, her usually calm, cool gaze now visibly unsettled.

Anne knew Betty; sheโ€™d never give something away for no reason, especially not something valuable. Anne and Betty barely even knew each other; there was no way Betty would have given it to her. Anne was curious about how Lydia got this bottle.

Betty had given Anne the same bottle, but she demanded it back soon after Anne woke up. Since she used up most of it, Betty asked her to pay 3.3 million in compensation.

That Moon Scar Cream was far too precious. Its healing properties were miraculous, and it had saved Anneโ€™s face. Anne remembered every detail. There was absolutely no way she could be mistaken about this bottle; this was the very one Betty had given her.

โ€œDid you think it was yours?โ€ Lydia retorted, swiftly snatching the bottle back. Seeing the dust on its surface, she meticulously wiped it clean, treating it like the most precious treasure, even though, to anyone else, it looked like nothing more than an ordinary bottle.

โ€œIs this bottle really yours? Did you make whatโ€™s inside?โ€ Anne asked, her voice trembling with disbelief. Moon Scar Cream was too precious, and only a handful of people had it. Lydiaโ€™s family was just ordinary. Anne doubted that Lydia could possess something so valuable.

โ€œNone of your business,โ€ Lydia muttered, carefully inspecting the bottle for any scratches. Her fingers traced its surface anxiously until her gaze froze on a hairline fracture near the rim. โ€œItโ€™s cracked.โ€ Her pale lips pressed into a thin line.

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โ€œLydia,โ€ Zinnia walked over now that the desks blocking her way had finally been moved.

Zinnia said, โ€œItโ€™s cracked. This bottle is so pretty, but itโ€™s so fragile when dropped. Lydia, I canโ€™t believe youโ€™ve kept it so perfectly intact all this time!โ€

Zinnia followed Lydiaโ€™s gaze and noticed the crack on the bottle. She was used to seeing the cracked bottle. When she was little, sheโ€™d drop bottles like this all the time.

Nathan ended up preparing a whole crate of these for her. Whenever it was about to run out, heโ€™d somehow procure a bunch more from who knew where.

The bottle was lightweight, delicate, and almost translucent, with a smooth, glossy glaze. It was quite fragile and would easily break, especially after being dropped and rolling across the floor.

The only reason it survived intact was the tiny knitted sleeve Lydia had carefully made to protect it.

Zinnia never expected that after three whole months, Lydia had still kept it in pristine condition, not a single scratch on it. Lydia treasured it like a priceless heirloom.

โ€œYou gave this to me,โ€ Lydia replied, her fingers gently tracing the crack in the fine porcelain. She had always treasured everything Zinnia gave her, protecting each one with care. Now, seeing the damage, her eyes welled with distress.

Zinnia noticed how upset Lydia looked. Gently, she said, โ€œDonโ€™t be sad. I still have more bottles like this. Iโ€™ll ask Chandler to send me some more, and Iโ€™ll give them to you.โ€

Zinnia got plenty of these bottles, but she didnโ€™t have any at home right now. She planned, thinking, โ€˜Iโ€™ll ask Chandler to send me some more. Since Lydia likes them so much, Iโ€™ll give her a few extra when they arrive.โ€™

โ€œMm,โ€ Lydia murmured, her fingers gently caressing the crack on the bottle as she fought back the pain in her eyes. She thought bitterly, โ€˜Itโ€™s cracked. The very first thing Zinnia ever gave meโ€ฆ and I didnโ€™t protect it.โ€™

Their conversation struck Anne like a physical blow. Her body stiffened, her eyes darkened with unreadable emotion, and an indescribable pain welled up in her throat. She asked tentatively, โ€œSoโ€ฆ itโ€™s yours?โ€

Zinnia nodded. โ€œYeah, why do you ask?โ€ Anne had transferred to their class nearly two months ago. They were classmates who chatted occasionally, but they werenโ€™t exactly close.

โ€œIs this really yours?โ€ Anneโ€™s voice trembled. โ€œDid youโ€ฆ ever give one to Betty?โ€ She fought to keep her emotions in check, not realizing her eyes were already rimmed red. Deep down, she still refused to believe that Betty had lied to her about this.

โ€œOnly I have this Moon Scar Cream,โ€ Zinnia said directly, noticing Anneโ€™s emotional state and deciding not to beat around the bush. โ€œI never gave any to Betty, but she did steal three jars from me before.โ€

Zinnia had noticed three jars of Moon Scar Cream missing just two weeks after she returned to the Shaw family. Since her relationship with them hadnโ€™t turned frosty yet, she decided to let sleeping dogs lie rather than make a fuss about it.

However, Zinnia hadnโ€™t expected Betty to be the one to steal from her. After all, the Shaw family had always treated Betty well. Zinnia was a bit surprised when she found out Betty would do such a thing.

Zinnia had simply underestimated the allure of Moon Scar Cream. Ever since she was a kid, sheโ€™d used it as casual skincare and never thought much of it.

She had no idea that outside her small town, a single jar was worth a fortune. And even those bought at high prices were nowhere near as effective as the ones she used.

Jackson had discovered Bettyโ€™s theft during his investigation of the Shaw family.

โ€œItโ€™s yoursโ€ฆ It really is yours.โ€ Anneโ€™s face paled, her lips trembling as she involuntarily took a step back, looking utterly devastated. โ€œEverythingโ€ฆ was aโ€ฆโ€

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