The Hot-Tempered Sister: Fists for Thugs, Feet for the Rich Chapter 2

The car entered a neighborhood of unsettling quiet, pulling up before a mansion that looked like a European castle.

A butler bowed as we entered.

Stepping into a grand hall with floors so polished they reflected our images, the crystal chandelier nearly blinded me. Before I could fully survey my "new map," a soft sobbing sound drifted from the staircase.

I looked up.

A girl in a white dress, her eyes swollen like ripe peaches, stood trembling on the landing. She looked like a terrified fawn. The sight of us made her flinch, and the tears fell even faster. Her lips trembled as she tried to speak, but only broken, airy sounds came out. "I'm… I'm s-s-sorry… I… I…"

It was her. The fake heiress from the comments, Lila Hawthorne.

Her pathetic, stammering state was like a direct assault on my last nerve.

The simmering frustration I'd accumulated from sheer boredom, mixed with my natural revulsion for bullying, instantly ignited.

I strode over to her, my brows furrowed in pure impatience. "Who did it?"

She flinched back, stumbling a step, fat tears splattering on the marble floor as she broke down completely.

Richard and Eleanor were clueless. "Zoe, who did what?"

I pointed at Lila, who was on the verge of hyperventilating. "Her! At school! Who bullied her into this state? Give me a name!"

Lila's head snapped up. She stared at me through her tears, her expression one of utter shock.

The comments went insane:

【DAMN, sis is on FIRE!】

【Straight to the point! I love it!】

【Ask her! Quick, tell her it was that bastard Marcus!】

Pinned by my glare, Lila shrank back, sobbing out a broken sentence. "It… it was M-Marcus… Th-they… b-bathroom…"

"Enough. Your stuttering is giving me a headache," I cut her off, turning to Richard. "Get me transferred. Now. To her school."

Richard and Eleanor exchanged a look, as if they wanted to object.

My eyes hardened. "Or I can just tear this living room apart right now. Your call."

They believed me.