The Real Heiress’s Sharp Words Unveil Her Pain Chapter 02

Chapter 2 The Pollen Trap
Early the next morning, a scream came from Noelle’s room.
“Who touched my makeup? Someone mixed pollen into my setting powder!”
At the word “pollen,” Braxton, Alana, and Jacoby ran out in a panic, ready to rush her to the hospital. Jacoby pounded on my door and shouted at me.
“It was you! Nothing went wrong until you showed up. I saw you go into Noelle’s room this morning.”
My parents looked at me in shock. Noelle covered her mouth. “Why… why would you do this to me?”
I rolled my eyes. “Lunatic. Do you think you’re so special? I’ve never seen anyone sleep until noon. I knocked to wake you up. Is that a crime? In my village, they’d have cursed you out for sleeping that late.”
Noelle was furious. She stormed over to argue, but the moment she got close, a patch of red welts broke out across my face too.
“What’s going on?” my parents cried. “You’re allergic too!”
I wiped my face, unbothered. “Allergic? There’s no such thing. You people make a fuss over nothing. You get a few pimples and blame the whole world.”
Noelle pointed at me, too angry to speak.
My parents hadn’t expected my reaction to be so bad. They hurried me to the hospital, comforting me on the way.
“It’s okay. You probably weren’t the one who put the pollen there. Otherwise you’d have reacted sooner.”
Noelle, sitting nearby, sniffled. “So I staged it myself? She must have heard at dinner that I was allergic and had someone else do it.”
I wasn’t having that. “If I’d known you’d whine about an allergy, why would I sneak it into your makeup? I’d have scrubbed your face with pollen and saved myself the trouble of listening to you!”
My parents froze. They stared at the welts on my face.
“Scrubbed with pollen? Did someone do that to you when you were little?”
I waved it off. “They didn’t waste it on me. If I broke out in pimples, they just locked me in a storage room until they went away.”
Alana couldn’t take it anymore. She had a pollen allergy too and knew how unbearable the itching was. Her heart ached.
“That must have been awful. How did you stand it as a kid?”
I looked puzzled. “Stand what? There was nothing to stand. If I made too much noise, they’d knock me out with one punch. Then it was quiet.”
The whole family fell silent.
Then they looked at Noelle, who was still making a scene. Braxton and Alana were disappointed. They shook their heads and told her to stop.
With no one backing her, Noelle scratched at her face in frustration. I looked at her with concern.
“What is it? Do you want me to knock you out?”
Noelle scrambled away in terror.
I grabbed her and dragged her back. “Think you can run? Apologize! You don’t get to frame me and walk away!”