Chapter 122 Public Display
“The school gate is perfect,” Franklin said. “Plenty of people around. Public opinion is a powerful thing I everyone thinks Scarlett framed Rebecca, she won’t be able to show her face again.”
Martha bit her lip. “Are you sure this will work? What if she lashes out?”
“She won’t,” Franklin replied with a wave of his hand. “I’ve thought this through. I’ll bring a contract. If she really willing to let Rebecca go, I’ll offer her one percent of the shares.”
Martha’s eyes widened in shock. “Are you out of your mind? That’s Rebecca’s inheritance! You’re seriously going to hand it over to that little tramp?”
Franklin let out a long sigh and placed a steadying hand on her shoulder. “You’ve seen it yourself – we’re backed into a corner. Scarlett’s doing this on purpose.”
Oliver joined in to calm her down. “Don’t worry, Mom. One percent isn’t much, and we can always take it back once she returns to the family. Right now, the priority is getting Rebecca out.”
Gritting her teeth, Martha nodded. “Fine. I’ll go myself in the morning.”
“Take a few things from your jewelry vault,” Franklin said, gesturing upstairs. “Didn’t Scarlett give you some cheap trinkets at her birthday party? She probably thought they were worthless. This time, bring a few expensive ones. People like her, born to grovel for scraps, are easy to buy.”
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Martha flinched. Her vault was filled with the pieces she’d carefully saved over the years Rebecca. Now she was supposed to hand them over to Scarlett? It made her stomach churn.
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Franklin’s face hardened. “If you keep hesitating, Rebecca won’t make it out of that detention center.”
Martha’s body gave a visible shudder, and she turned without another word, heading upstairs. She’d just pick a few pieces on the cheaper side.
Over the past few years, Scarlett had rarely known a peaceful night’s sleep. But last night, for once, her dreams were empty. If not for her internal clock jolting her awake at 5 a.m., she might have slept the entire day away.
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Since she was up, she decided to make a few medicinal sachets. She might need them once she arrived in Jandale
Whenever she worked on herbal remedies, she lost herself in focus. By the time she finished, it was already -9 a.m. When she opened the door to her small herb room, her phone was vibrating nonstop.
She realized she’d forgotten to change her settings last night.
Back when she lived with the Joyner family, her phone was always on max volume – she had to be ready at a moment’s notice. Over time, it had made her anxious and jittery. If she hadn’t known how to treat herself, she probably would’ve needed medication to get through the day.
After the formal break from the Joyners, she switched to vibration mode at night. But she’d been too caught up making sachets to remember.
Now, the screen was flooded with messages university.
Scarlett, come back quick. Your family’s here!
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-dozens of them, mostly from classmates at the medical
Your parents are looking everywhere for you.
Where are you? Are you okay?
And then, halfway through the flood, the tone shifted completely.
Scarlett, how could you steal from your own family?
You’re adopted, and you still bullied them?
How could someone as smart as you steal from the people who raised you?
Your parents are here to take you home. At least show up.
There were over 99 messages. She couldn’t even finish reading them.
But a few classmates had sept pictures and videos.
Franklin, Martha, and Oliver were standing right at the school gate, asking around for “Scarlett.
Scarlett had always kept a low profile. Back then, she was just another face on campus- no one had paid her much attention.
But after Skycrest Labs made headlines, and the medical symposium had stunned everyone, she was no longer invisible.
If anyone didn’t know who she was now, they were either new to the school or living under a rock.
Scarlett locked her phone and took a deep breath. She was supposed to leave Trenwyn soon. The last thing she wanted was to get dragged into more chaos.
Better to avoid the campus entirely.
But just then, a call came in – it was Wayne.
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