Heir of Revenge

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eady started forming on her forehead. She didn't care. Her mind was solely focused

received any news from the people she cared about. Usually, her older brother diligently co

with. She tried her best to concentrate on al

at Bina Nusantara School, she had never set foot in this room. She only visited the teachers' room a few times

nsequence of her earlier sprint. Feeling composed enough, she mustered the co

htly, trying to hide her nervousness. Fathia didn't want to move from her position near the doorway just yet. To the right, she was presented with a large g

her gaze when Horrison S

He glanced at his interlocutor for a moment and t

r seat, her forehead furrowed in confusion.

" called

ing she had been experiencing intensi

er an exchange of glances between the principal and the man

pecially when he pronounced a name that stirred his emotions. "Your parents and... Felice," Sebastian closed his eyes briefly, feeling the a

at Sebastian without a break. Absor

ll passed away

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esolute among three neatly covered mounds. Beautiful flowers were sca

ed at their grand residence. She wailed, screamed hysterically until she passed out several times. But still, the

without any support, especially when Sebastian delivered this sad news. Fathia's collapse worsened when, for

headed to the funeral. Since yesterday, Fathia hadn't eaten or drunk

er from her father's or mother's side, started arriving. They all hugged Fathia and conveye

xams. If her grades were good, a reward of a vacation to Bahama awaited her. Fath

er many pieces of advice. From taking care of her health, not f

giving up. The Claire family never surrenders, Fathia. You must remember that," Alvin

on't easily give up like Kak Feli

ou're right. Be like Felice. But remember one thing. Papa

ow, and it deepened wh

rt knows best whe

ies she chose to fill her spare time, and coming back home. Her life was not colorful. It was just normal. Even for a fifteen-yea

ar from, "Look, he's so handsome, r

s words, okay?" Alvin gazed at Fathia intently. Finally, the younges

would be the last message before t

d her tears. The memory

ing. He had a sturdy build, especially with his black shirt that got a bit dirty at the bottom. During t

s she tended to her parents' graves, slightly cro

pany you,"

s there too. Standing beside her. "Kak Sebast

let you b