Lucien did not refuse. The high school curriculum no longer posed any challenge to him, so studying anywhere made little difference. Besides, Elowen was already studying at Summerfield High School. If he came here, it would be even more convenient for him to toy with her.
When the Rothschild family car stopped at the school gate, a group of students quickly gathered around to watch. They all knew about the switched identities of the two children in the family, and they had also heard that the boy who had been mistakenly taken would be transferring to Summerfield High School this semester. Naturally, they were curious to see him.
Vanessa was the daughter of a business partner of the Rothschild Group. Of course, she had met Lucien before, and from that very first meeting, she had liked him. If the two of them attended the same school, there would be plenty of opportunities to nurture their relationship.
Just imagining the two of them spending a romantic school life together was enough to make her cheeks flush.
Lucien opened the car door and stepped out. His tall figure, handsome face, and calm, unhurried aura that still carried an unmistakable air of nobility immediately drew the attention of the crowd.
"Ahhh, he's so handsome!"
The girls hugged each other and jumped in excitement, completely captivated by Lucien's looks. He glanced at them and offered a gentle smile as a greeting, and at once, the screams grew even louder.
However, the noise quickly died down when they saw Elowen step out of the car as well.
Vanessa's eyes widened, her pupils filled with disbelief and anger.
Her best friend Brianna, who was standing beside her, quickly tugged at her arm and asked, "Why is that bitch riding in the same car as the eldest son of the Rothschild family? Didn't she always take the bus to school before? Lucien just transferred to Summerfield High School and she's already clinging to him and acting all high and mighty in front of us. It's disgusting!"
Vanessa clenched her teeth, a vicious expression spreading across her face. "She actually dares to dream of seducing Lucien and becoming a queen. What a cheap slut."
Vanessa's gaze darkened even further. She sneered inwardly. Trash should be treated the way trash deserves. Elowen, you were as good as dead.
Elowen lowered her head and hurried into the classroom. She did not need to look up to know that everyone's eyes were fixed on her, filled with mockery and irritation. Lucien forcing her to ride to school with him was clearly just another way to make her life more miserable.
Elowen's seat was at the very back of the room, by the window, right next to the trash can. It was a spot no one wanted, so in the end it was pushed onto her. On top of that, they made her responsible for taking out the trash every day.
Elowen did not want to stir up more conflict, so she accepted the task in silence. She told herself that she only needed to endure a few more months. Once she graduated and got into a university far away, she would leave this place behind and escape from the people who brought her nothing but pain.
"That's right. Just a few more months. I can endure it."
After encouraging herself, Elowen took out her books and began to study. The spirit floating beside her felt a surge of delight at the sight. He thought, "My girl is so diligent and well behaved. She looks absolutely adorable like this."
In the past, the spirit had only been able to wander around the Rothschild family mansion, but today, for some reason, he found himself able to follow Elowen all the way to school. In any case, compared to staring at those hateful faces in the family day after day, he would much rather look at Elowen's youthful, delicate face.
"Something's not right," the spirit suddenly realized. "This girl isn't nearsighted, so why is she wearing such huge thick glasses? They cover up her beautiful face completely."
Very quickly, however, he understood why. A female student's mocking voice drifted into his ears. "Look at Elowen over there. Why is her hair so messy and shabby? Now that she's been exposed as someone who stole another person's life, did she instantly lose the glow of being rich? I wonder if the guys who used to like her regret it now."
Another girl chimed in. "Of course they all stay far away from her now. About a month ago, Jason "the school boss" from the next class even said that even if she wasn't a Rothschild young lady anymore, as long as she kept that pretty face and sexy figure, he'd still want her. But now he probably regrets it. Just look at how miserable Elowen is. I'm afraid he won't even be able to swallow his lunch today."
The girls huddled together, laughing loudly on purpose, making sure Elowen could hear every word.
And indeed, Elowen heard their gossip, but she ignored it and kept her focus on her books. The spirit floating beside her, however, could not tolerate it. He rushed straight toward the group of girls.
"Hmph. A bunch of immature brats already bullying others and looking down on the poor while worshiping the rich. Let me teach you how to behave."
The leading girl was still laughing at Elowen, her head resting on her friend's lap while she casually scrolled on her phone, when she suddenly felt an icy chill at the back of her neck. She shuddered, and the phone slipped from her hands, smashing straight into the bridge of her nose.
"Ahhh! It hurts!"
She jumped up, clutching her nose and screaming. The surrounding students rushed over, and one of her friends suddenly cried out, "Blood! Emily is bleeding so much!"
The girl named Emily tremblingly touched her nose and saw her entire hand covered in blood. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed unconscious on the spot.
Several male students hurriedly carried her to the infirmary. The classroom instantly fell into chaos. Everyone surrounded the girl who had just been used as Emily's pillow and bombarded her with questions. "What happened to Emily?"