Brandon’s expression was one of pain as he let out a long sigh and silently left the room.
A teacher-student romance was forbidden, but Ella’s heart was never with him.
Brandon’s intentions were simple: he genuinely wanted to help Ella, fearing she wouldn’t be able to handle Brianna and Hannah on her own.
His heart was filled not only with guilt but also with self-blame and sorrow.
After his successful confession, he thought he could happily be with Ella, but Hannah’s flirtation had ruined everything, tarnishing his reputation.
Brandon never realized that Ella had secretly orchestrated the whole thing, with her people spiking his drink...
After the art class ended, Ella left the infirmary and returned to the classroom.
Her phone vibrated, and she checked the message: "Meet me at the back gate after school."
The sender was "Someone."
Ella didn’t openly display Eric’s name in her contacts, maintaining a high level of vigilance. If something went wrong, people might discover her relationship with Eric!
At this crucial time, Ella didn’t want to be tainted by any negative news because her future goal was to take over Davis Group!
The time flashed back to 8:05 PM the previous night.
Hannah returned home with a swollen face, her head lowered, eyes filled with fear and anger.
She didn’t understand why Mr. Taylor’s wife had stormed into the Elite Horizon Club, but after some thought, it had to be due to a tip-off!
Robert’s face was dark, his eyes clouded with anger, the atmosphere tense, like a storm was about to hit.
Brianna helped her daughter onto the sofa, "Alright, stop crying. These are just superficial injuries. We need to get a doctor to the house, or they might leave scars..."
Hannah cried miserably, "Mommy... I didn’t want this to happen, sob, he... he forced me!"
Brianna’s face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with layers of resentment. Hannah kept getting embroiled in scandals, it must be someone’s scheme.
"Alright, stop crying. Mommy knows you’re not like that. Once we find out who’s behind this, I won’t let them off!"
"Sniff, it must be that bitch Ella... She saw me and Mr. Taylor enter the VIP room and told Mrs. Taylor!"
Hannah blindly blamed Ella, slandering her without any proof.
Brianna’s eyes flashed with fury.
Robert couldn’t take it any longer. His daughter not only disgraced the Davis family in front of so many VIPs at the Elite Horizon Club but also slandered Ella at home. He slammed the coffee table angrily.
"Enough! Look at you, you disgrace! Not only did you shame us, but now you’re also slandering Ella! Brianna, look at the daughter and son you’ve raised!"
Robert’s rage was overwhelming, veins bulging on his forehead.
Hannah’s tears fell even more rapidly, stained with blood. Brianna, after calling the doctor, heard her husband berating their daughter, feeling both heartbroken and furious.
"Enough! Hannah didn’t want this to happen! Do you think she wanted to humiliate herself in front of those VIPs? It was that bitch Ella’s tip-off that brought Mrs. Taylor here..."
Robert, blinded by rage, was infuriated by Brianna repeatedly calling Ella a bitch.
After all, Ella had never disgraced herself or caused a scandal!
But Hannah, time and time again, each incident more dramatic than the last!
Brianna’s eyes widened, and her eyes turned red, "Husband, you... you hit me again?"
"And what if I did? Look at what you’ve turned our daughter into! She’s out there seducing other men at such a young age. Have you no shame? The Davis family’s reputation is in shambles because of you two! And now you have the nerve to slander Ella? When has Ella ever disgraced herself wretched daughter of ours? What has she done wrong? It’s you two, time and again, who heap blame on her. Do you think I’m an idiot?" Robert roared, his voice hoarse, his face flushed, and his eyes bulging.
The sheer force of his anger left Brianna and Hannah stunned, causing them to bow their heads, not daring to utter a word.
"Hannah, if you bring shame to us again, I’ll send you abroad immediately, and you won’t be allowed back into the Davis family!"
With a flick of his sleeves, Robert stormed out, nearly driven mad by Hannah’s antics. He needed to find solace with Emily.
Compared to the increasingly petty and irritable Brianna, Emily was a perfect woman, not only warming his bed but also soothing his mind. Being with her was like being in heaven!
Brianna, on the other hand, had aged noticeably due to her recent anxiety, no longer the incredibly charming woman she once was!
As soon as Robert left, Hannah began to sob uncontrollably, "Mommy, Daddy... Daddy is treating us . I don’t want to live anymore, I don’t want to live!"
Flirting with Mr. Taylor in the VIP room was a fatal scandal for a wealthy young lady. On top of that, Hannah had previously ended up in bed with Brandon on Ella’s birthday night. Her reputation for promiscuity was now indelible!
Brianna, filled with venomous anger, wiped the tears from her eyes and gently hugged her daughter.
No matter the scandal, Hannah was still her daughter. As a mother, how could she not feel heartbroken?
"Alright, stop crying! From now on, you must avoid going out in public. Mommy will find a way to fix your image soon."
Brianna whispered, fully understanding that without Robert’s support, her influence was severely diminished. Hannah had repeatedly shamed the Davis family, and Kevin’s violent behavior had further hardened Robert’s heart.
Without Robert’s backing, she felt as if she had lost her strong arms, making any action several times more difficult.
Dr. Robinson arrived and, seeing Hannah’s injuries, shook his head regretfully. "Miss Hannah’s face will likely leave scars."
Hannah’s eyes widened, and she hurriedly grabbed the doctor’s hand, "Dr. Robinson, you must... you must heal my face, please!"
A woman’s face was her most valuable asset. If Hannah were truly disfigured, finding a suitable husband would be almost impossible.
Brianna’s face turned pale, her hands trembling uncontrollably, "Dr. Robinson, please... you must find a way to prevent any scars. A woman’s face is very important. Aren’t there many new scar removal treatments abroad?"
Dr. Robinson nodded, "I’ll do my best."
For now, she could only disinfect Hannah’s wounds and then look for suitable treatments.
After Dr. Robinson left, Hannah sat in the living room, staring blankly, as if in shock.
"Let’s talk in your room," Brianna said, helping her daughter up and quietly leading her upstairs.