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Chapter 631

Chapter 631:

Effie sat alone at the end of a row, wearing a simple, comfortable sweater, her head bowed and her small hands holding a thick, advanced textbook on quantum mechanics. She looked incredibly small amidst the surrounding chaos, but she was completely absorbed in the mathematics.

Isolde’s chest warmed. She started walking toward her daughter.

Then her eyes flicked to the right.

Standing less than twenty feet from Effie was Cheryl Juarez. She wore an ostentatious full-length faux fur coat that looked absurd indoors, and held Kaiden by the hand. Kaiden wore a custom-tailored blazer with the Lancaster crest pinned to the lapel and was aggressively mashing the buttons of a handheld gaming console, entirely ignoring his surroundings. Three other mothers stood clustered around Cheryl, leaning in with sycophantic smiles.

Cheryl deliberately raised her voice to carry above the ambient noise of the hall. “Of course Kaiden is prepared,” she boasted, waving a hand heavy with gold rings. “Grayson hired the head of the mathematics department from Columbia University to tutor him privately. The Lancaster heir does not fail p>

She turned her head and looked directly at Effie sitting alone on her chair. A nasty, vicious sneer twisted her heavily made-up face. “It is a shame some people do not know their place,” she said loudly, her voice dripping with venom. “Bringing a defective, mute child to an academic competition is simply embarrassing. It lowers the prestige of the entire event p>

Effie’s small shoulders flinched. She did not look up, but her fingers gripped the edges of her textbook so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Isolde stopped walking.

The warmth in her chest vanished, replaced in an instant by a freezing, violent rage. The blood roared in her ears. She locked her eyes on Cheryl, adjusted her grip on her briefcase, and stepped forward—moving through the crowd with the terrifying, silent momentum of an apex predator closing in on its prey.

The sharp, rhythmic click of Isolde’s heels against the polished concrete cut through the ambient noise of the concourse. She walked with absolute, terrifying purpose. The crowd of parents seemed to sense the drop in atmospheric pressure and instinctively parted, clearing a path before her.

Isolde walked directly past the cluster of sycophantic mothers and stepped into Cheryl’s personal space without hesitation.

𝗙o𝗅𝘭𝗈𝘄 uѕ о𝗇

Cheryl stopped talking mid-sentence. Her smug smile froze. She met Isolde’s cold, dead eyes and took an involuntary step backward, her faux fur coat rustling loudly.

Isolde did not look at Cheryl. Not yet.

She turned her back to the woman and knelt down in front of Effie, reaching out to gently place her hand over Effie’s trembling fingers, which were still clutching the textbook.

“Hey,” Isolde said softly, her voice warm and steady. “Are you ready to go in p>

Effie looked up. Her large, dark eyes were wide with anxiety, but the moment she saw her mother, the tension in her small face broke. She let out a shaky breath and nodded.

“Yes, Mommy,” Effie whispered.

Isolde smiled, kissed her daughter’s forehead, and rose to her feet.

The warmth vanished from her face the instant she turned back to face Cheryl.