Chapter 437
Chapter 437:
With each accusation Fernanda hurled, Hertha’s cheeks turned a darker shade of red.
Fernanda’s words sliced through the air, ruthlessly revealing Hertha’s deepest secrets.
Flustered and cornered, Hertha found herself speechless, unable to refute the truth in Fernanda’s accusations.
“Yes, you are right,” she admitted, as tears streamed down her face more freely.
Hertha’s youthful features, characterized by a round face, large eyes, and a small mouth, usually added to her innocent charm.
Now, her eyes swelled with tears, making her look like a delicate bloom drenched in a storm, both fragile and sorrowful.
“I’m stepping out of the competition,” Hertha said, her gaze shifting to Fernanda. “Miss Morgan, I will urge my supporters to back you instead and ensure you win. Please, let this go and don’t reveal what happened, alright?”
Fernanda’s expression shifted to one of bewilderment. “How can I explain the situation to the school without exposing the truth? They’re demanding answers, and we’re already on day two of a three-day deadline. If I don’t resolve this, I’ll be punished.”
“A minor punishment is no big deal for you,” Hertha pleaded, her eyes brimming with tears, making it difficult for her to speak. “You’re from a respected family, with talent to spare. The punishment won’t jeopardize your status at Esaham University. But my situation is different. Coming from a poor family, I’ve fought hard to be here. My parents’ health is failing, and they depend on me. Losing my position here isn’t an option. Please, show mercy just this once!”
Hertha’s sobs became uncontrollable as she covered her mouth.
Beyond her fear and regret, a deep shame consumed her.
In the industry, her modest background was well known.
She detested discussions about her family’s status, viewing them as a mark of shame.
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In this glamorous industry, many hailed from privileged backgrounds. She seemed just as glamorous, always standing out among her peers as if she had transcended her modest origins. Yet, every mention of her family history felt like a harsh reminder of her roots.
Bringing up her background, particularly here among esteemed peers and in front of Vinson, whom she respected deeply, reopened old wounds.
She deeply regretted her mistake and loathed herself for it.
In her distress, Hertha kept bowing to Fernanda, her apologies coming forth with each bow. Her sobs were so piercing that they rang painfully in the ears.
Fernanda grasped the reasoning behind Hertha’s actions.
Hertha held the belief that those endowed with wealth and power were equipped to handle greater burdens and, therefore, should take on more responsibility.
Fernanda couldn’t contain her amusement. Why was it her duty to compensate for Hertha’s mistakes?
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