Chloe was utterly enraged by Seraphina's behavior and raised her hand to slap her, but Seraphina quickly caught it and proclaimed coolly, "I didn't come back to let you slap me." Seraphina's hard shaking made Chloe become unbalanced and crash forcefully into the dining table, making her yell painfully. Seraphina left the dining room on her own without looking back. Jasmine came forward to help Chloe and offered some reassurance, "Mrs. Whitewood, you're mistaken about her. She has just said she was going up to see Miss Linara." "Jasmine, who do you think she's trying to show off for? She's pointing her finger at us and faulting Linara." Chloe's elaborately made-up face showed a blend of hurt and rage. Why wouldn't Miss Seraphina be frustrated? With your constant prioritization and protectiveness of Miss Linara, how could Miss Seraphina ever feel reassured? Miss Seraphina is your biological child, and your behavior toward her is, truthfully, too much. Blood connection is never comparable to a sixteen-year-old's built-up emotions. Jasmine gave a secret sigh and remained quiet, knowing that Chloe wouldn't like hearing this. "I was too impulsive earlier. Please get her something to eat." Jasmine felt relieved by Chloe's instructions as she understood that Chloe still cared for Seraphina and hoped that Seraphina would understand as well. Bloomington International School was the most elite higher-education institution in Pyrin and widely known as an aristocratic one. It promotes high-class schooling with its annual tuition reaching six figures and rendering it unaffordable by regular folk. Nevertheless, However, it usually would admit a chosen group of outstanding regular students with waived tuition fees and the offer of extra scholarships. When Seraphina returned to school, it felt like she had stepped into a different world. As she stood on the tree-lined avenue, many students passing by couldn’t help but notice the stunning girl, as radiant as a blooming rose. She closed her eyes, taking in the familiar yet tainted atmosphere of the campus amidst the vibrant flowers, a playful smile forming on her lips. Dear classmates, I, Seraphina Whitewood, am back. This time, I’m sure I’ll have a blast interacting with all of you. Suddenly, a commotion broke out behind her, with faint screams from the girls and chatter from the boys reaching her ears. "Ah, Theron is here." "Theron is so handsome." "I wish I could be his girlfriend." "Haha, forget it. He’s engaged to Linara." "Tsk, Linara isn’t a Whitewood, so she’s not Theron’s fiancée." "Don’t forget, there’s a real Whitewood heiress now." "That girl? Oh my, no way. I heard she lives in the shanty area in the western suburbs. Someone from there isn’t even fit to shine his shoes." "I heard the women there are all impure, doing that kind of work. Do you think she is involved in that, too?" "Probably." "That girl is seemingly attending our school this year. Just thinking about being classmates with someone so tainted disgusts me." "Speaking of which, Linara is really pitiful. She used to be the esteemed Whitewood heiress but is just their foster daughter. That sl*tty girl has become the legitimate one." "Some people don't have that kind of aura even with those fancy trappings. It’s a shame for Linara, such a kind person, to suffer such cruelty. I really feel for her." As Seraphina listened to the conversations around her, from mentions of Theron to herself, her expression remained unchanged. Even when a few people tried to smear her reputation, she didn’t get angry. She simply found it all quite absurd.