Disguised As A Boy To Attend Belmont High School
Chapter 77: Shattered II

Chapter 77: Shattered II

Lucas didn’t respond. Instead, he entered the room and collapsed into Olive’s arms, crying uncontrollably. Olive’s expression shifted from concern to shock, and she embraced him tightly, trying to comfort him.

"What’s wrong, Lucas?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "You’re scaring me."

She stroked his hair, attempting to soothe him as he wept, his body shaking with emotion. The rain outside seemed to intensify, mirroring the turmoil in Lucas’s heart.

Lucas continued to cry, his sobs wracking his body. Olive held him close, reassuring him, "I’m here for you. Please tell me what’s troubling you."

Struggling to speak through his tears, Lucas

took a deep breath and began to share everything with Olive - Mr. Philip’s role in his sister’s death, Samson’s betrayal, and Henry’s plan to ensnare Mr. Philip.

Olive listened in shock and horror, unable to comprehend the gravity of the situation. "I’m so sorry, Lucas. Please try to calm down. I’ll stay by your side," she whispered, holding him even tighter.

Calling out to Lucas, Olive received no response. Realizing he had lost consciousness, she mustered all her strength to move him to the bed. As she tried to unbutton his shirt, her hands were suddenly restrained.

"What are you doing?" Lucas asked weakly, looking at Olive.

Relieved that he was awake, Olive exclaimed, "You’re back!" However, her relief was short-lived as Lucas lost consciousness once more.

Olive was soon alarmed as she felt Lucas’s burning temperature by placing a hand on his forehead. She quickly removed his shirt and laid him on the bed before rushing to the bathroom to get a bowl of cold water and some towels.

Kneeling beside the bed, Olive soaked a towel in the cold water, squeezed it, and placed it on Lucas’s forehead. She repeated this process for several minutes, tending to him as his fever gradually subsided. She observed his chest rising and falling with each breath, his face pale and clammy.

Continuing to care for Lucas, Olive noticed

his fever slowly decreasing. She wrung out another towel and placed it on his forehead, her touch gentle and calming.

After what seemed like a long time, Lucas opened his eyes. Looking up at Olive, he seemed confused and disoriented. "Hey?" he whispered weakly.

Olive smiled with relief. "I’m here, Lucas. You’re safe."

As Lucas attempted to sit up, Olive gently urged him to lie back down. "Don’t move. You’ve been unconscious for a while. You need to rest."

Lucas’s eyes grew heavy, but he fought to stay awake. "Henry...Mr. Philip...we need to expose him..."

Olive’s face darkened. "Don’t worry, Lucas. We’ll handle it. Just focus on getting better."

Lucas nodded, his eyes closing once more. Olive kept a vigilant watch over him, her mind consumed with thoughts of Mr. Philip and his malevolent schemes. She understood the urgency of the situation, but for the time being, her priority was nursing Lucas back to health.

As time passed, Lucas’s fever finally subsided, and he slipped into a deep slumber. Olive remained by his side, her gaze unwavering. She knew that when he awoke, they would have to confront the harsh reality of their circumstances. But for now, she allowed him to rest peacefully, his breathing steady and calm.

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Meanwhile the strong men remained in the bush, their expression stern and worried as they proceeded to contact Mr. Philip regarding Henry’s escape.

"The boy had escaped!" One of the burly men revealed over the phone

"What do you mean a teenager managed to escape from the two of you?" Mr. Philip’s voice boomed over the phone.

"Someone helped him. We couldn’t identify the person as they drove away quickly before we could react. But they were wearing a Belmont High School uniform," the strong man explained over the phone.

"Belmont High School? Are you sure you’re not mistaken?" Mr. Philip questioned, his voice filled with frustration.

"Yes, I’m certain. It was a Belmont High School student who rescued Henry. We couldn’t see their face, but it was definitely someone from that school," the strong man confirmed earnestly.

"Alright, keep searching for Henry. I want to find him, dead or alive," Mr. Philip ordered before hanging up the phone.

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A lady exited the taxi and stepped onto the wet pavement of Belmont High School, her blue eyes filled with annoyance. She was dressed in a sharp business suit, her dark hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. Her expression was stern, her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Unbelievable," Clara muttered to herself. "Lucas can’t even be bothered to pick me up at the airport."

Taking in the familiar sights of Belmont High School, Clara noted that nothing seemed to have changed. The same old buildings, the same old trees. But Clara had changed. She was now a successful businesswoman and a popular model with a sharp mind and quick wit.

Determined to find Lucas and confront him,

Clara stormed into the school, her heels clicking on the floor. How could he be so thoughtless? Didn’t he realize how busy she was? Didn’t he care that she had just traveled halfway across the world to see him?

As Clara entered the hallway, the students erupted into murmurs at the sight of her.

"Oh my goodness! That’s Clara..."

"She’s so beautiful, she looks like a goddess.."

With a smile on her lips, Clara approached a student and leaned in, asking, "Where’s Lucas? Is he in the 3RM special room?"

"I really don’t know." The student stuttered as he swallowed hard.

"It’s fine then!" Clara replied, about to walk away only to be stopped by a student.

"He wasn’t in class today. He’ll definitely be at the 3RM."

"He even skip classes now. He couldn’t pick me up but still skipped class." Clara murmured to herself and began to walk away but was soon stopped by Mr James who came running to her.

"Hi, Miss George Clara," Mr. James greeted with a smile on his lips. "Let me lead you to the principal’s office; we’ve been expecting you."

"What?! She’s the new principal? .."

"I get to see her face everyday then..."

Clara heaved a heavy sigh. She had wanted to scold Lucas, but now she’s been asked to resume her duty as the new principal.

"Okay, show me to my office first, Mr. James. Lucas’s scolding can wait!" Clara replied with a smile, while Mr. James nodded in agreement as he led her away.

As Clara followed Mr. James through the familiar hallways of Belmont High School, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over her. She had spent so many years within these walls, learning, growing, and making memories that would last a lifetime. But now, she was back as the new principal, and she was determined to make a difference.

Mr. James led her to the principal’s office, a spacious room with a large wooden desk and a comfortable leather chair. But as they entered, Clara’s eyes widened in surprise. Mr. Philip was already seated in the chair, a smug look on his face.

"Ah, Clara, welcome back," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I see you’re right on time. I was starting to think you’d forgotten about your new role."

Clara’s eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here, Mr. Philip?" she asked, her voice firm.

"Anyways, I’m sorry to say, but you can’t be the new principal of this school while the current one is still here," Mr. Philip replied with a smirk as he stood up and walked up to Clara by the door.

"Mr. Philip, but you’ve submitted your resignation letter," Mr. James chimed in with a puzzled expression on his face.

Mr. Philip’s smile grew wider as he turned to face Mr. James. "Oh, that? Just a little mistake, Mr. James. I changed my mind. I’m not resigning after all."

Clara’s eyes flashed with anger. "You can’t just change your mind like that, Mr. Philip. You’ve already submitted your resignation. It’s too late to go back on your word."

Mr. Philip chuckled. "Oh, I think I can, Clara. You see, your mother already gave me permission to take back the role as the principal of this school."

"That’s a big lie. Then why did she still allow me to travel to this country?" Clara asked, her hands crossed over her chest as she engaged in a deadly gaze with Mr. Philip.

"Probably you should ask your mother that," Mr. Philip replied as he walked back to the chair and took a seat. "Mr. James, call the other teachers over as we have a meeting."

"Sir?" Mr. James asked, trying to confirm what he heard again.

"Come on, Mr. James. Get the teachers over here as there’s a meeting. And please lead Miss Clara out," Mr. Philip confirmed with a smirk, which further boiled the anger within Clara.

"Ma’am?" Mr. James called, his gaze fixed on Clara as he swallowed nervously. "This way, please."

"Don’t touch me. I can walk!" Clara declared, her voice etched with anger before making her way out of the principal’s office.