The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382 That Face Won’t Heal Pretty

Chapter 382 That Face Won’t Heal Pretty

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The doctor frowned as he told Marshall, “Ms. Samantha was badly stung this time; especially the ones on her face. I’m afraid scars will remain.”

Marshall’s expression was so dark it seemed to drip with anger. He motioned for everyone to leave the room, keeping only the unconscious Samantha behind.

“Stop pretending,” Marshall said coldly. “I know you’re awake.”

Samantha’s swollen eyelids trembled before she managed to pry them open a slit.

“Dad…” Her voice was hoarse as she tried to reach for his sleeve, but her hands were covered in stings; the pain made her gasp sharply.

“You’ve disappointed me far too much.” Marshall stood above her, not the slightest trace of pity in his eyes. “I warned you not to lay a hand on Sloane; did you think my words meant nothing?”

“No… I…” Samantha tried to make excuses.

“Shut up!” Marshall cut her off with a roar. “The butler has already investigated. Those servants confessed; you ordered them to release the venomous bees in the garden!”

Samantha shook all over, cold sweat seeping across her swollen face.

“This is your last warning.” Marshall bent close, his voice a deadly whisper. “Right now, Sloane is of great use to us. If you dare to play dirty again…” His gaze flicked to the bandages wrapped around her ruined face. “Next time, it won’t just be your face that’s destroyed.”

With that, Marshall turned and left, leaving Samantha writhing in pain on the bed.

In the corridor, Marshall came face-to-face with Adrian, who was carrying a bowl of medicine.

“Dad, Sammy, she-”

Marshall’s glare was like a blade. “I let it slide when you used to favor Samantha; but now that Sloane matters to us, you should be the one to keep her appeased. If I ever catch you two pulling something this stupid again, both of you can get out of the Rivers family!”

Adrian’s face drained of color; the bowl of medicine nearly slipped from his hands.

At that moment, Sloane was standing at the third-floor landing, having witnessed everything. She stroked the sachet in her hand; her lips curved into a cold smile.

A soft knock sounded at her door. Setting aside the medical book in her lap, Sloane said lightly, “Come in.”

Helen crept inside and shut the door behind her. Suddenly, with a heavy thud, she sank to the floor before

Sloane.

“Sloane…. please, let Samantha and Adrian go…” Helen’s voice shook; tears streaked down her worn, pale face. “It’s all my fault… if you must hate someone, hate me instead…”

Sloane stared down at the woman who had once treated her with nothing but icy indifference; her gaze

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Chapter 382 That Face Won’t Heal Pretty

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