Fake Heiress Real Trouble (Sienna) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

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Melvin and Hazel grew visibly impatient as they hauled bag after bag out of the trunk. Sienna’s eyes instantly sparkled, and she suddenly forgot all about her pain.

Limping on her injured leg, she rushed into the arms of her parents–the ones she had missed every day and night. “Dad, Mom, you… You really came!”

Grandma said she was injured and that her parents would come to visit her. Sienna thought Grandma was lying. So Grandma wasn’t just saying that to comfort me… they really did come,‘ she thought, surprised.

But instead of being welcomed by her mom’s warm embrace, Sienna was met with something entirely different. As she approached, Hazel’s brows furrowed tightly, her face twisting into an expression of pure disgust. Hazel stared at the filthy, bloodied, and battered Sienna–and without even hesitating, she just shoved her away.

Sienna was already badly wounded, and with that forceful push, her small body slammed hard onto the rocky, gravel–covered mud. The moment her injuries were jarred again, the pain was so intense that her face instantly drained of color, tears welling in her eyes but stubbornly refusing to fall.

“Why the tears now? Always playing the victim, aren’t you?” Hazel sneered coldly–no trace of motherly concern, only pure annoyance and contempt. “Let me guess, you made this up so Grandma would call and guilt us into coming back? Already scheming at your age? Honestly, I’m impressed.”

Hazel shot Sienna a nasty look. “You don’t look hurt to me–still limping around just fine, aren’t you? See, nothing’s really wrong. Lying and manipulating–what a terrible little brat you are!”

Sienna was so stunned that she couldn’t fully grasp what had happened. She sat motionless in the mud, her tears blending with the rain as they streamed down her face.

She kept her head down, unable to stop staring at the bandages wrapped around her body, feeling the sharp pain of her wounds and the blood seeping through. Everything hurt so much–she wanted to cry and just let it all out.

She was so badly hurt, it showed clearly–how could anyone not notice? ‘Why does Mom say I’m okay?’ Sienna wondered, confusion and pain swirling in her chest.

She wanted to burst into tears and ask, “Mom, can’t you see all the bruises and bandages on me? Don’t you notice how much I’m hurting?” But when Sienna met Hazel’s cold, impatient glare, all her words caught in her throat, turning into silent, choking sobs she couldn’t release.

“Hazel! What do you think you’re doing?” Zea rushed in from the rain, clutching her umbrella. The moment she saw Sienna sitting miserably in the mud, her anger flared–she swung the umbrella and threw it at Hazel

without hesitation.

Without hesitation, she rushed over and held Sienna tightly in her arms, her heart aching for the poor child. Turning sharply, she glared at Melvin and Hazel. “Unbelievable! How long has it been since you even looked at her? Just look at Sienna–bruised and bleeding–and you can’t even spare a word of concern? Instead, you shove her around! What kind of parents behave like this? Shame on you!”

Hazel grew even angrier after being scolded. She pointed directly at Zea’s face and snapped, “How am I not

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concerned? Who do you think provides all this comfort? Don’t you realize we have to work for a living?

“That lousy company Dad left behind? Melvin and I went through hell just to get it up and run. There are so many people relying on us to put food on their tables!

“Do you even realize how much it takes to travel all the way from Orlathis City to this backwater? And how much work piles up while we’re stuck here–can you even grasp that?”

Still fuming. Hazel pointed first at Zea, then at Sienna. “Don’t call us for nonsense again!”

“You!” Zea was so furious she could barely stand, her whole body trembling. She quickly reached up and pressed her hands firmly over Sienna’s ears, desperate to protect her from those heart–wrenching words.

Melvin frowned, shot Hazel a glare, then forced a diplomatic smile. “Mom, don’t get upset with Hazel. She’s really just putting the Fairbank Group first–trying to keep everything together, you know?

“Honestly, why don’t you and Sienna just come back to Orlathis City with us? Staying out here in the countryside, so far from everything–it’s tough for us to help if anything goes wrong.”

Zea hadn’t even had a chance to respond when Hazel exploded, cutting him off with a sharp screech. “Move to Orlathis City? For what? We’ve already got four unruly kids wrecking the house! The company’s a complete mess—I’m overwhelmed with problems! Who has time to play nanny for you two? Things are chaotic enough as it is!”

She stabbed a finger at Melvin, snapping furiously, “No way! Absolutely not!”

Zea held the trembling, silent Sienna close, then looked at Melvin with sorrow clear in her eyes.

Especially seeing Melvin just stand there, lips pressed tightly in pain, saying nothing for Sienna—even when Hazel lashed out–shattered Zea’s heart even more.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going back with you,” Zea said coldly. “I’ll stay here and take care of the house your father left behind. But I can’t help feeling sorry for my granddaughter. I just hope you, as her parents, can find some space in your hearts for Sienna. Please drop by and see her if you can. Do you even realize how much she misses you? She sits here crying every day, longing for her mom and dad.”

“Miss us? All she ever does is cause trouble for us!” Hazel shot back, her voice thick with frustration. “Look at her–who would want a kid like that around? She’s no help at all, just adds to the chaos! Do any of you realize how hard it is for us, working out there every single day?”

“That’s enough!” Zea snapped, her brows knitted tightly. “How old is Sienna anyway? She’s just a little kid— what do you expect her to know? If you truly don’t want her, then just never come back. From now on, you can pretend both of us are dead!”

“Whatever, I’m not coming back! Do you really think I care?” Hazel snapped, rolling her eyes in pure contempt. “Like I’d waste my time in this dump. That cursed brat–if you’re so desperate to keep her, then go ahead. I definitely don’t want her.”

“Enough!” Melvin grabbed Hazel’s arm roughly, firing a warning glare at her.

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