NOVEL The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith Chapter 1157
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Chapter 1157: 525_2 Chapter 1157: 525_2 Her lips kept repeating the same phrase, her tone devoid of any fluctuations, like an emptied shell, reduced to a walking corpse.

Isabella Foster moved slightly, her body suddenly shook, making the onlookers’ hearts skip a beat.

The woman behind her cried out in frenzy, “Ms.

Hayley, think about your parents.

It wasn’t easy for them to raise you.

Can you be heartless enough to have them bury their own child?”

Isabella Foster turned a deaf ear, completely engrossed in her own world.

Then, a sonorous chant was heard.

...

It was clear and distinct, dissolving the heaviness in the air, illuminating the surroundings, and seemingly tranquilizing the wind.

The middle-aged woman turned around and was startled to see a young lady approaching.

The chant had originated from her.

Although the young lady was simply dressed, there was an unforgettable aura about her.

It seemed as if a soft golden light was emanating from her, forcing people away from looking directly at her.

In Isabella Foster’s hollow eyes, there seemed to have sprung up a flicker of light, as if a sliver of sunshine pierced through the darkness.

Isabella Foster staggered, glance down, and screamed sharply.

She slipped and was about to fall off the building.

If she fell from this height, it would mean certain death or serious injury.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed her arm.

Her face was contorted in fear, tears and snot smeared across her face.

She painfully craned her neck upwards, “I don’t want to die, call 995!.”

The arm that held her was slender, her exposed wrists thinner than Isabella Foster’s.

It was snow-white skin, soft like a willow swaying in the wind.

However, such delicate, soft fingers held on firmly to her arm, gradually pulling her back from the brink of death.

She collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath desperately.

“Ms.

Hayley, are you alright?” the middle-aged woman rushed over, anxiously examining her.

Sarah Hayley lay on the ground, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

After confirming that Sarah Hayley wasn’t hurt, the middle-aged woman turned to look at the young lady standing aside, “You saved Ms.

Hayley.

What’s your name?”

Aubree Groove didn’t respond.

She squatted down to check Sarah Hayley’s pulse, her gaze fell on her neck.

There were a few striking bruises on her fair skin.

Aubree Groove squinted, and the moment her hand touched Sarah Hayley’s neck, Hayley jumped up like a startled bird.

Curling herself up, she looked at Aubree Groove as if she were a monstrous beast.

“Ms.

Hayley, what’s wrong?

This is your savior.”

Sarah Hayley hugged her head with both hands, her whole body shivering, as if she was frightened of something.

Aubree reasoned to the middle-aged woman,”She’s alright, just a little scared.

Take her home.”

The middle-aged woman hastily thanked Aubree Groove.

She helped Sarah Hayley down the stairs, with Aubree quietly following them.

Sarah Hayley lived on the third floor.

The middle-aged woman typed in a code and the door opened.

“…Classmate, can you help me watch her for a while?

I’ll call her family.” After Aubree agreed, she went outside with her phone.

Sarah Hayley curled up on the sofa, her head buried between her knees, shaking violently.

Aubree Groove walked over and placed her hand on Sarah Hayley’s back.

Initially, Hayley resisted, but eventually, she calmed down.

The middle-aged woman came back after making the call.

She was taken aback upon seeing this.

“Dear student, I’ve contacted her family.

They are on their way and will be most grateful to you.

She is emotionally unstable and you seem to be the only one who can calm her.

Can you stay with her until her family arrives?”

Aubree nodded: “I can.”

“That’s great.

I left something on the stove at home.

I need to go back once.” She turned around and left in a hurry.

Aubree spoke in a soft tone, “Ms.

Hayley, how did you get the injury on your neck?”

Upon hearing this, Sarah Hayley suddenly clung to her head, shaking it frantically, “I was wrong, I won’t dare to do it again, please spare me….”

Aubree frowned, muttered a soothing spell, but when Hayley’s emotions stabilized, she didn’t question her further.

Sarah Hayley curled up on the sofa and soon fell asleep.

The woman who had left returned quickly.

As soon as she entered, she hurriedly asked, “Which department do you belong to?”

“I’m not a student here.

I came to find someone.”

Aubree paused and asked, “How long has Ms.

Hayley been in this condition?”

The middle-aged woman thought for a while, “About a week.”

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