Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress - Chapter 81: Chapter 81

What people didn't know was that Quinlyn had refused to attend that competition. Her schedule was packed with ten hours of classes daily, and she still had to complete various assignments at home.
As time passed, the amount of material she had to study increased. If it weren't for the occasional breaks the Narrator gave her, she would most likely be hooked up to a nutrient IV.
In fact, Leonard regularly checked in on whether she could keep up, so he could report back to Yasin. He found that Quinlyn was truly a gem—her recovery ability was strong, and though she wasn't the top student, she had an indomitable spirit.
When Yasin asked Leonard about her current state and whether the academic pressure was getting to her, Leonard dismissed his concerns with a wave, saying she was doing just fine. If they were in a fantasy world, she'd definitely be a magical prodigy.
Yasin was stunned by the praise but accepted it, considering the many odd things about Quinlyn. Seeing her spirited and far from exhausted today put him completely at ease.
He thought, 'All's well as long as she's okay. Hard work is a given, but if not now, when? I have money, but I don't plan on buying her way into school.'
If Quinlyn knew his thoughts, she'd probably scoff, thinking, 'Who are you looking down on? Besides, how well I do isn't something you can just buy off. Are you taking your guardianship duties too seriously?'
After George left, Yasin looked her up and down before saying, "Find some time to take a break, and we'll go shopping for clothes."
Quinlyn asked, "Why? This is the first time I'm wearing this dress," adding that it was a brand-name piece after all.
After the last incident, although the Guzman family didn't say anything explicitly, they did try to compensate her. Her wardrobe was stuffed full, but no dress had been made in advance for this birthday party since Rita's invitation arrived only three days ago.
Quinlyn had thought that maybe Rita had forgotten about her and wouldn't cause any trouble. Clearly, she had been too optimistic. Now she planned to teach this disobedient child a lesson.
As Rita's birthday party finally began, she made an entrance in a complex princess dress and a tiara on her head.
Her parents flanked her, holding her hands as they walked up to the stage together. The big smiles on their faces indicated that she came from a happy family.
Quinlyn tilted her head, thinking, 'That can't be right. If I remember correctly, George has more than one mistress, including a particularly crafty one who barged into the Simpson family with her daughter.'
This was part of the reason why Rita disliked Quinlyn. Rita saw those who schemed their way into her circle as unworthy and always dreaming of things that didn't belong to them.
Quinlyn couldn't be bothered to reason with her. After all, everyone in this world holds double standards.
In that moment, on stage, Rita was fuming. She had just seen Yalena crying earlier and was seething with anger. "I absolutely hate people like that, who don't know their place," she spat before storming off to find Yancy.
Her implication was clear—Yancy shouldn't allow that wild girl to bully Yalena, his sister.
But Yancy's focus wasn't on that. After a moment of silence, he said, "Quinlyn is also my sister. Watch your words."
That comment ignited Rita's fury even more, especially considering George's recent attitude towards his illegitimate daughter. Her anger burned brighter as she thought, 'She's clearly just a crude, wild girl with no real skills, yet she's number one when it comes to stealing men.'
When Quinlyn heard Rita, looking both excited and emotional, invite Yalena to perform on stage, she let out a knowing chuckle.
The lights dimmed as Yalena's performance began, with the spotlight focusing on her seated at the piano.
Next to her, Yasin noted how Quinlyn's eyes still shone even in the dark. In a low voice, he said, "You knew all along." That's why she suddenly wanted to learn piano.
Quinlyn feigned ignorance. "What are you talking about?"
"I bet, after Yalena's performance, they'll call you up," he asserted confidently, without even bothering to phrase it as a question.
Before Quinlyn could respond, he continued, "Because I'm the villain, you told me to stay away from Yalena. So why, as a fellow villain, do you fight with her tooth and nail and enjoy it so much?"
Quinlyn was at a loss for words. She licked her lips. "Sorry, that's a secret."
She cut the conversation short, giving him a sidelong glance. "Want to play a puzzle game?" Clearly referring to his remark about the puzzle game last time.
He chuckled quietly. "Yes, but the puzzle game hasn't started yet." Lately, she had been more focused on preparing for the SAT.
While they chatted, everyone else was captivated by Yalena's performance on stage.
The gentle yet soothing piano music and the beauty between the black and white keys enchanted everyone. The girl playing the romantic tune looked like a fairy dancing in the woods.
Quinlyn observed their captivated expressions and thought it was quite beautiful. Not speaking, Yalena resembled a delicate porcelain doll—cute and fair, seemingly made to be pinched.
"She's pretty good-looking, right?" Quinlyn asked Yasin beside her.
Yasin gave her a brief glance. "Ugly." He didn't bother to say more.
She was genuinely curious. "No, I didn't mean it that way. I'm just—"
Before she could finish, Yasin had already taken out his phone.
His car had a recording system, and he quickly scrolled to the footage from that day when Yalena was being restrained, crying and screaming in both fear and pain, tears and snot running down her face.
Quinlyn felt speechless and thought, 'You didn't have to go that far. Suddenly, that angel image just fell from grace.'
The performance finished to thunderous applause.
Quinlyn watched and suddenly thought Rita was acting a bit foolish. Her father had gone all out with this grand birthday party for her, hoping to let everyone know that Rita was ready to meet potential suitors.
But with this stunt, the spotlight had entirely shifted to Yalena. No one would remember it was Rita's birthday party.
Yalena stood up and gave a slight bow, her face glowing with confidence, thinking, 'This is where I belong, always in the spotlight. Can Quinlyn even measure up? She probably doesn't even know how many keys a piano has.'
At that moment, George had just finished chastising Rita. His words were pretty much what Quinlyn had guessed. While Rita was initially excited, seeing everyone's attention fixed on Yalena left her feeling mixed emotions.
Right then, George's phone rang. Rita glanced at it—it was the mistress and her daughter. Her face darkened. "You should really get your own house in order."
Rita then started walking toward the stage, eyes sparkling with a hint of fire. She thought, 'Today was Quinlyn's time to be embarrassed, next it will be that illegitimate daughter's turn.'