The True Heiress's Return

The live broadcast was suddenly cut off. With plenty of rescue personnel on site and the mountain road cleared, Yvette, who was covered in blood and unconscious after falling from the mountain, was quickly taken to the county hospital. The villagers murmured in disbelief, "That girl is way too timid. She should've just explained herself instead of running off in a panic."

"In my opinion, she's acting guilty."

"If she really egged on Ella to cause this fuss and delayed the free clinic for the whole village, then she got what she deserved. It's karma!"

The village leader cleared his throat, interrupting their guesses, Everyone worked hard today. Let's go back and rest." At the same time, Kevin organized for the staff and guests to rest.

Back at her place, Shakira got a text and went to a creek a few hundred feet away. Two handsome men, dressed in custom-made luxury coats, stood out against the poor surroundings. "Shakira!"

"Shakira!"

Shakira quietly watched as Sean and Gideon walked quickly toward her. She wasn't all that surprised.

They both examined Shakira closely. Gideon's gaze fell on the scraped back of Shakira's hand. "Shakira, you're injured." He immediately took her hand to inspect it, his eyes filled with worry.

Sean slapped his forehead and said, "I forgot the first aid kit. I'll find someone to get one right away..."

"No need." Shakira pulled back her hand and said calmly, "It'll be fine in a couple of days, and we're heading back to Crescentville this afternoon anyway."

She stared at them intensely. "What made you two rush over here?"

"You were getting scolded like that. How could we just sit still? Also, if we hadn't come here ourselves, would they have uncovered the truth and arrested the culprits so quickly?" Sean said, clenching his fists in anger. "Shakira, you were right. As soon as I spread the news about you not having a medical license, Yvette just jumped at the chance to cause trouble," said Sean.

Shakira flashed a mocking smile. "She's selfish and possessive about everything from the Nelson family. Felix has stood up for me multiple times. She's had her eyes on me for a while. I handed her the knife, and she wasn't about to refuse it." Yes, the "secret" that Yvette overheard was exactly what Shakira intentionally leaked to her. Since Yvette dared to mess with her over and over again, Shakira would not hesitate to give her a big gift.

Since Yvette enjoyed the feeling of being on top so much, Shakira would make sure she stood even higher so her fall would be even harder. Yvette didn't fail her and went completely crazy, causing this situation that greatly satisfied Shakira. Watching Shakira's expression, Gideon slightly narrowed his eyes, his feminine-looking face appearing even more delicate.

Gideon said, "Shakira, your move was too risky. If the villagers had been more brutal, the consequences would have been unimaginable!"

His tone of complaint had a hint of malice. "If you don't like Yvette, I could have taken care of her. Why should you have to do it yourself?"

"Gideon, I appreciate your concern, the feud with Yvette is something I need to settle on my own," Shakira insisted, Gideon felt a bit disappointed but couldn't argue with her.

Sean patted Gideon on the shoulder. "But Shakira, things blew up online, and even Matthew and the others noticed. So...." As he spoke, he handed over the tablet with the news.

Only then did Shakira see the official joint statement released by the GUA, causing a throbbing in her temples. This move surely involved those old folks. She didn't think she was important enough

or the officials to make such a fuss and release a statement about her. She patted her forehead in frustration. "That was a mistake. I forgot about them..."

It was obvious how angry the old folks were. She handed the tablet back to Sean. "Once we're back in Crescentville, I'll go over and apologize in person."

The whole crew returned to Crescentville in the afternoon. On the bus, Shakira had already sent a message to Walter and then turned off her phone. Feeling so exhausted, she could barely keep her eyes open and slept all the way back.

The bus stopped at the TV station. As Shakira got her belongings from the overhead rack and was about to get off, she noticed a familiar Maybach under a big tree nearby, jolting her awake. She thought, 'Oh no, why did he come here himself?' She looked back at the crew members gathered outside the TV station. It was definitely not feasible to get off the bus and find a place to remove the special effects makeup. Just at that moment, the phone in her hand vibrated. She glanced at the caller ID. It

was none other than Walter.

"Miss, aren't you getting off? I'm heading back to the bus station now," the bus driver urged her.

Shakira took a deep breath, put her phone on silent, and decisively went back to sit in the last seat of the bus. "Sir, I actually need to get to the bus station."

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"Okay." The driver closed the door and started the bus. The bus station wasn't far from the TV station. They arrived in about ten minutes.

Shakira quickly jumped off the bus and rushed to find a restroom. Only then did she return the call to Walter, who had left her five or six missed calls. The phone was answered immediately with a cool and urgent voice asking, "Where are you?" "Well, I'm on the bus..." Shakira said with a slightly nasally tone as she pinched her nose. "I overslept and ended up at the bus station." She yawned after she finished speaking.

Walter, who had been waiting at the TV station with no sign of her, said, "Send me your location and I'll come get you." After sending her location, Shakira hung up, quickly removed her makeup, changed clothes, and got rid of anything connecting her to Lonely Bird. Just as she finished, Walter arrived.

Shakira jogged to the car playfully stuck her tongue out and asked for forgiveness. "I was so tired I put my phone on silent. If I had known you were coming to get me, I would have set an alarm for sure."

Walter studied her face deeply. Seeing she was fine, he felt relieved. But when he looked down and saw the scratches on her hands, his brows furrowed instantly.

He spoke coldly, "Brian, head to the nearest hospital." He had seen the news and knew the chaos involving Lonely Bird was spreading rapidly.

When the villagers were causing trouble, he worried she might get caught up in it. Later, when he saw the road was blocked by the collapse and the crew was helping with the rescue, he knew she wouldn't stand by idly.

Yet, he didn't expect that she would end up like this. Shakira quickly said, "It doesn't hurt. It just looks long, but the cut isn't deep. It'll heal in two days." Chapter 279

"Doesn't it hurt?" Walter gripped her hand tightly as she tried to pull back, staring at her with a blank face.

"Great. When we get back, I'll tell Levi to give the servants their holiday break. Tomorrow, you can take care of cleaning the whole manor yourself," said Walter.

Words failed Shakira.

She thought, 'Walter is so ruthless!'

A few seconds ago, Shakira was like a cold, tough girl, but now she drooped her eyes, and meekly lifted her hand, turning into a soft girl. With a pitiful whimper, she said, "Sir, it hurts, boohoo."

Walter flicked her forehead with annoyance. "You never learn. Shakira obediently lowered her head to receive the scolding, not daring to talk back anymore.

Unexpectedly, the nearest hospital was Harborview Medical Center. It costs 5 dollars to register for cleaning the wound. When the nurse asked where the wound was, Shakira kept her head down in utter embarrassment and eventually raised her hand. The nurse took a look and said nothing.

Walter, frowning beside her, asked, "It's been hours since it happened. Does she need a tetanus shot?"

The nurse looked a bit frustrated and said nothing.

If they had come any later, it would have healed on its own. Finally, under Walter's insistence, Shakira's entire hand was covered in medicinal balm, turning it brown.

As the two went to the parking lot, ready to leave, a familiar sharp voice pierced through. "Shakira, you've finally shown up." Turning around, Rebecca hurried toward Shakira, her expression filled with anxiety and panic, as if she was possessed. Her eyes were bloodshot. "Quick, you need to sign the papers for the kidney transplant surgery right away. Yvette can't wait any longer."