Sorry, I’m not Cinderella

At this time, Hana hurriedly ran up, the purpose was to see how Clara was, by the way, calling her to prepare breakfast, do housework, two days without her messy house, clothes not washed, it’s true. useless bunch!

As soon as she saw Clara stagger down, startled, she maintained her attitude, not knowing that Clara had just woken up, as well as pitying her pale face. She snapped as if ordering:

“What are you doing standing there? Hurry down to cook.”

After saying that, she turned her head down immediately, not daring to look at her face, Clara’s godless eyes made her shiver for no reason. When she got to the house, she immediately met her who had just come out of the room.

“Why is your face so unsightly?”

She panicked, afraid that something had happened that she was afraid of because she saw Hana coming down from there.

Before she could say anything, her eyes widened when she saw Clara standing in the corner looking down, she shot her gaze directly into her eyes, her spine cold as ice. Seeing her changed face, Hana immediately looked back. She stood there standing menacingly.

“Still standing there, cooking rice quickly.” Hana scowled and continued to give orders.

Clara stood motionless, still looking at her indignantly, her indignation hidden, only because of her insecurity that she realized.

“You’re much more stubborn, aren’t you? Hurry up.” She shouted impatiently, stepping up to give her a hit. But Ma stopped her and said softly.

“We’re going out to eat today. You go in and get ready.”

She smiled lightly at her, and Hana exclaimed happily.

“Really mom? Great! Haven’t eaten out in a while, let’s eat lobster!” She nudged the faucet.

“You can eat whatever you want, hurry in and prepare, remember to call Sarah for me.”

She said to push Hana to her room. She was so excited that she forgot her unusual expression. After Hana left the room, only Clara and she were left standing facing each other, Xenia was calm and brave enough to handle it, she hesitated before she dared to raise her foot to her, she looked at Clara and wanted to solve it. decided that she fell down the stairs.

She had not slept all night, her dark eyes were visible on her old, ugly face. Apparently, she was haunted if she died, so there was a slight change in her mood, making her feel strange herself.

Xenia took out some money from her pocket, handed it to Clara, and said:

“Take the money and go to the hospital for a check-up.” Clara was still expressionless looking at her: “Don’t look at me with those eyes, you can’t do anything to me, you don’t even have the guts to do that. I’m not selfish or feel guilty about anything. You don’t have to, I just don’t want to lose a hard-working and obedient servant like you. Go away and finish the work you’ve been lazy for the past two days.”

She shoved the dirty money into Clara’s hand, then went down, absolutely not wanting to see her unresponsive face.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Her parents left the house, and didn’t even pay attention to her, even before leaving, they forced her to finish the housework in order to go to school.

During the period after being sick, her body was still quite weak. The most important thing right now is to eat and drink properly, rest properly, to give the body enough time to restore its resistance, but her parents don’t know what compassion is.

It’s infuriating!

Clara returned to her room, after eating a little porridge, she had to do everything by herself, and her mood was more stable. Clara went to the table to prepare for school, and although she was tired, she did not want to miss the opportunity to escape. Get out of here, just grab the scholarship.

Suddenly, the crazy bell rang, then immediately turned off. She slowly reached for the phone lying in the desk drawer, but it was turned off due to the battery running out.

Leaning over to plug the phone into the charger, a ‘tick’ of the screen lit up, Clara was surprised to see a lot of notifications, ‘you have 180 missed calls, 24 messages.’

All are the principal’s numbers. No one except her has her number.

Knowing she had worried the director, Clara immediately sent a reply, before checking the contents of the messages received.

Most of the messages showed concern for her, asking where she was, why she didn’t reply, and most of all, confusing information for Clara. ‘Zane is frantically looking for you.’

Sighing, she knew how to explain her disappearance now.

oOo

He sat in a daze in his room, feeling more empty than ever, his emotions really fluctuating unpredictably, from anxiety to anger for no reason, and now he felt empty.

Everything that happened didn’t interest him, except for the news about her.

He sat there idly, nothing of the day interested him, how good it would be to have some news about her. He thought so, but suddenly the door opened, and someone came to bring him some important news.

It’s what he’s been waiting for. Making him so shallow?

Has there been news about her?

…

The confused mood made the sound of Clara’s footsteps echo coldly on the brick floor. Standing in front of the door of the room she needed to enter, thinking about how to explain her disappearance. She hesitated, hesitated, maybe she was fired from her job. Wouldn’t it be okay to do this suddenly? With that, she turned her head to leave. But remembering those messages, it was necessary to say a kind word, no matter what happened. Consider it as a return for that concern.

With that in mind, she took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock on the door. Before he could say anything, he spoke first.