Return of the Forsaken Heir

"Hey, look at this video! Tristan pushed Ronan down the stairs and got punished by being starved. Ronan, being kind-hearted, brought him food, only to get beaten up for no reason!"

"Tristan is rotten to the core. Please don’t let him be in my class!"

Tsk. Just some harmless gossip.

I’ll make sure Ronan pays for every single lie—with interest.

The moment I stepped into the classroom, a bucket of filthy water mixed with mud splashed down over my head.

The stench hit instantly, spreading through the room like rot in the sun.

Around me, students wrinkled their noses in disgust, some barely suppressing their laughter, others openly reveling in the spectacle.

Across the room, Cassandra leaned coyly into Ronan’s arms and said, “It was just a little lesson. I know you're too kind to really hurt him.”

I shot them a cold glance and said nothing, grabbing a mop to soak up the dirty puddle beneath me.

However, they took my silence for weakness.

“Wow, he knows his place. Cleaning up after himself, huh? Hahaha!”

“Make sure you mop it properly—or else I’ll—ugh!”

His words were cut off as I shoved the filthy mop right into his mouth.

He gagged, eyes rolling back in horror as the foul liquid hit his tongue.

Cassandra’s expression snapped. Seeing me lay a finger on her precious lapdog, she screamed and pointed at me, “You dare to fight back?!”

I smiled lazily. “Oh, I don’t just fight back—I pay back tenfold.”

I hurled the mop straight at her chest, hitting both her and Ronan square in the gut.

The two of them instantly recoiled, dry heaving from the smell, looking like they wished they could crawl out of their own skin.

But I didn’t give them the chance.

I grabbed the classroom trash bin—overflowing with food scraps and random junk—and dumped the entire thing on their heads.

Cassandra tried to dodge but ended up with the bin completely stuck over her head.

Blindly flailing, she crashed into the wall and collapsed onto the floor in a humiliating heap.

The "tailored" school uniform skirt she’d modified for sex appeal didn’t help her now.

The entire class caught a full view of her pale thighs and pink underwear.

Ronan threw off the trash and quickly tried to cover her with his jacket, face dark with fury.

Cassandra shrieked like a banshee, “Tristan! You’re dead! You hear me?! Dead!!”

I gasped dramatically and covered my mouth, “What? Dead?”

“What do you mean by that, huh? Are you saying you’re going to kill me?”