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