The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 1000

Chapter 1000: Chapter 1000 Confrontation 4

From a distance, they could already hear raised voices, but the words were indistinct. It wasn’t until Rafael brought Hera closer that the argument became clear.

Still, Hera kept her expression calm, pretending as if she had only just arrived. Instead of reacting to the noise, she turned her gaze toward the captain of her security detail, silently seeking an explanation.

“Young Miss…” The captain of her security detail stood at attention, lips pressed together, his expression caught between awkwardness and faint accomplishment. He had just taught the troublemakers a lesson, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d failed.

The commotion had grown loud enough to reach their Young Miss, forcing her to come out and see for herself. That alone was his mistake; as captain, he should never have allowed her peace to be disturbed.

She was still under medication and needed regular rest, including her afternoon naps. The same went for her lover, Leo. Allowing Hera to come out at such a time weighed heavily on him, leaving him feeling both uneasy and dejected.

Seeing the captain’s conflicted expression, Hera’s gaze softened. She had already noticed the crowd gathered before her, the onlookers trailing behind Silvia, many of them with phones raised to capture the commotion.

At this point, she couldn’t simply drive them out. Doing so would only feed the narrative, leaving clips for netizens to dissect and giving Silvia the chance to twist the truth, turning black into white.

And since Silvia was the one leading this crowd, Hera already understood the motive behind it. That only gave her more reason to avoid rash action. She needed to resolve this quickly, before Silvia could pull any tricks from the shadows.

“It’s alright. Tell me what happened here,” Hera asked, her fingers tightening slightly around the blanket Rafael had draped over her lap when he carried her into the wheelchair.

The little gesture she made wasn’t just for comfort; it allowed the onlookers to see how fragile she still was, that even while recuperating, she was making the effort to step in and resolve matters personally.

In contrast, it only emphasized how unreasonable Silvia was for barging into a hospital with such a crowd while the patient herself was struggling to heal.

After all, many already knew about Hera’s recent car accident during the championship, yet she still managed to bring home the title. Her feat drew national attention, especially from racing fans who couldn’t stop raving about how she not only survived such a dangerous crash but also defeated world-class champions, most of them men, to claim victory.

Now, seeing her on camera in a wheelchair, her arm and leg still in casts, was a stark reminder that her triumph had come at the cost of real injuries, only a little over a week ago.

‘If Silvia came here to accuse me of being a mistress while deluding herself as Leo’s fiancée, then she’s gravely mistaken. I am no soft persimmon to be easily picked on,’ Hera thought as she brought her acting skills to the forefront.

She didn’t resort to exaggerated gestures; instead, she relied on the subtlest expressions to convey discomfort and unease. It was a performance crafted for the onlookers and, more importantly, for the netizens watching through the livestream she had already noticed.

To the sharpest eyes, it would be clear that Hera was struggling yet forcing herself to appear composed. That quiet resilience only highlighted the stark contrast between her and Silvia, allowing the tide of judgment to turn in Hera’s favor.

If Silvia thought she could drown Hera beneath the spit of netizens, she was sorely mistaken. Using social media as a weapon against her was the wrong move; Hera had wielded it to her own advantage countless times, enough to become a veteran at turning the tide online.

She knew well that the more she appeared weak while forcing herself to look strong, the more it would stir the viewers’ emotions. Netizens wouldn’t be swayed by baseless accusations, not without hard evidence, even if Silvia flaunted herself as an heiress.

After all, many had already witnessed Hera flip the script on her previous accusers and clear her own name. Those who knew her track record would not so easily fall for Silvia’s slander.

More than that, many had already seen Hera with Leo before, and there had never been any official announcement from either the Avery or Hendrix families about a marriage alliance. So, for those tuning in, anyone with a bit of sense could see that this was nothing more than Silvia’s wishful thinking.

After gauging Hera’s expression and realizing she wasn’t angry, the captain of her security detail let out a sigh of relief before explaining the situation.

“Young Miss, my comrades and I were only stopping these people from barging in. The patients on this floor need rest; they’re not in the best condition. This is the VIP ward, and those staying here paid dearly for peace and quiet, not to be disturbed by crowds chasing drama.”

“But who would have thought that Miss Silvia would insist on forcing her way in, dragging along an entourage to stir up trouble?”

He didn’t bother softening his words, making it clear for everyone present that Silvia’s group was causing a scene in a hospital, and worse, on a VIP floor where the patients had the power and influence to retaliate later.

More than that, the captain wanted the livestream viewers to know how unreasonable Silvia’s behavior was. She’d shown no respect for the patients who needed to recuperate, and that alone could flip public opinion against her.

A man in his position wasn’t just strong, he was cunning too; he’d already thought several steps ahead for Hera. So if Silvia came looking to cause trouble, she wouldn’t be allowed to bully people into silence. They weren’t about to let her get away with it.

“You!” Silvia glared at Hera’s head bodyguard, her eyes flashing with menace. But no retort came to her lips, because deep down, she knew he was right. She had come here with the sole purpose of stirring trouble for Hera.

And the people trailing behind her, eager to watch the drama unfold, had forgotten entirely that they were inside a hospital, bound by rules they should have respected.

“I only came here to visit my fiancé, yet who would have thought that the one clinging to him would try to stop me? Tell me, was I really wrong?”

“You even stationed this many bodyguards on the floor just to keep me away, so by that logic, am I truly at fault, or is it you who’s acting like the mistress here?” Silvia’s words cut sharply as she aimed them at Hera, making sure everyone, especially those watching the livestream, heard her accusation.

She painted herself as the wronged party, claiming she had no choice but to go this far just to see her fiancé.

“Oh? Then please, Miss Silvia, tell us who your fiancé is.” Hera’s voice was steady, not the least bit shaken, despite being called a mistress in front of everyone. Silvia’s entourage, however, was stunned, eyes wide, mouths agape as they turned toward Hera.

After all, many of them already knew she had countless suitors to choose from, each one exceptional in his own right. Who in their right mind would believe that Hera, of all people, would settle for being a mistress?

They began to wonder if Silvia had lost her senses… or if their ears had betrayed them.

But since Silvia stood at the front, she couldn’t see their expressions. The corridor had fallen silent, and in her mind, she imagined everyone glaring at Hera with judgmental eyes.

Confident in that illusion, she didn’t bother turning to check. After all, she had only just returned to the country and knew nothing of the recent events, the way Hera’s high-profile appearances on livestreams and the public acknowledgments from her many suitors had already made her name widely known.

Even the younger onlookers trailing behind Silvia were aware of it. Yet, blinded by her assumptions, Silvia pressed on, berating Hera.

“Who? Don’t you know exactly who I’m talking about?” she challenged, fully expecting Hera to shrink back in shame and fear before daring to speak another word.

But to Silvia’s surprise, Hera didn’t play along with the script she had imagined. Instead, Hera stayed perfectly calm, gazing at her as though she were nothing more than a foolish clown, and, to Silvia’s dismay, everyone else was looking at her the same way.

Hera, after all, was the nation’s reigning “trending queen.” Everything she did seemed to capture the spotlight, leaving people in awe.

To racing fans, she was a goddess behind the wheel. To others, she was the brilliant young woman who had just taken first place in a prestigious jewelry design competition. Add to that her breathtaking beauty, flawless figure, and the fact that her suitors were all wealthy and powerful men, how could anyone resist gossiping about her? In this country, who hadn’t heard Hera’s name?

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