MM Racing Chapter 243 Hazel: What are you doing at my house!
Chapter 243 Hazel: What are you doing at my house!
Chapter 243 Hazel: What are you doing at my house!
Berklund Street, inside the residence of Congressman Macht.
"Mom, I'm really not sick."
"There's no need to find me a doctor."
"I'm just—I'm just a little tired lately and want to take a break."
Liana Macht stood at the door of her daughter Hazel's room, listening to the irritable sounds coming from inside, and sighed helplessly.
It's been a week, almost a whole week.
Ever since she came back from outside that day, my daughter has been locking herself in her room all day, refusing to eat or drink, and even stopping going to girls' school.
Liana initially thought her daughter was ill and called several renowned doctors from Backlund. However, without exception, her daughter refused to see them, insisting she was not sick.
"My daughter, what happened? Why didn't you tell us?" Liana's face was full of sorrow, pain, and helplessness. "Could it be—something happened at school?"
She couldn't understand why her daughter, who had always been confident, proud, and even somewhat arrogant, had suddenly become like this.
"Could it be... possession?"
As a member of high society, Mrs. Macht had heard some rumors about extraordinary powers.
"Should we—have His Excellency the Bishop come and take a look?" Just as Liana was deeply worried about her daughter's condition, the family maid hurried over to report:
"Madam, we have a guest."
"Guests?" Liana was a little surprised. She remembered that there were no plans to receive guests today.
"Who is this guest?"
"It was a young man, madam. The man claimed to be—a friend of my sister."
A young man? A friend of Heyr's?!
Liana's eyes widened in disbelief. Her own daughter—had male friends?!
Meanwhile, inside the room.
"What should I do?!"
Hazel buried her head deep in the soft pillow and let out a soft sob.
Anxious tears streamed from her eyes, quickly soaking a large portion of the pillowcase.
"The teacher has disappeared, and that bastard James Scott has found something on me again to threaten me—"
"What should I do?!"
These past few days have been arguably the darkest and most desperate of Heyr Macht's life.
Because of the theft, she was given leverage that could destroy everything. Her teacher also mysteriously disappeared and has not been heard from since. And the man named James Scott seems to have her cornered, making her feel that her life is completely over.
"What should I do—should I tell my father the truth—" Hazel was torn.
"No, we can't tell Father!"
She ultimately lacked the courage to face her parents' utterly disappointed expressions and the bleak future that might befall their family.
"Oh dear, what should I do?!" Hazel grabbed her hair in frustration and shook her head violently, as if that would shake off all her troubles.
Just then, a knock sounded on the door.
"Who?!"
"Miss, a guest has arrived." A maid's voice came from outside the door.
"No, no! If it's Father's friend, let Mother receive them. Don't bother me!" Hazel said irritably.
"Yes—yes, she's your friend, Miss," the maid said timidly.
"My friend?" Hazel was taken aback.
She was an extremely proud person, and there were very few people she could talk to, let alone friends. For the moment, she couldn't think of any friends who might come looking for her.
"Is it a classmate from school?"
"No, miss. It's a gentleman named James Scott."
"What?! James Scott!"
Hazel suddenly sat up in bed, her voice rising abruptly.
Why would he come?! Is he here to blackmail me? Or is he going to expose this to my family?! A huge panic overwhelmed her instantly.
"Clang!"
The door to the room was suddenly pulled open, and the maid stared in disbelief at the young lady before her. The meticulous and elegant young lady of the day was gone, replaced by a girl wearing a wrinkled nightgown, with disheveled hair, red and swollen eyes, and a haggard face.
"—Sister?" The maid was a little stunned; she had never seen her sister look like this before.
"Where is James Scott?" Hazel asked urgently, her voice trembling.
"In—in the living room, the lady is receiving him; they should be chatting in the living room now."
"What?! With Mother?!" Hazel felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She couldn't imagine what that terrifying man would be talking about with her mother!
Disregarding her image, she pushed the maid aside and hurriedly ran towards the stairwell.
Seeing Hazel hurry past her, the maid was first taken aback, then reacted, lifting her skirt and anxiously chasing after her, calling out:
"Sister! Miss! You haven't changed your shoes and clothes yet!"
In the living room, Lorne was having a pleasant conversation with Mrs. Macht.
Although this lady possessed some of the haughtiness common in high society, it was far better than the arrogance displayed by nobles who were still immersed in their past glory.
As expected of the lady of a political family, her basic manners and speech are quite pleasant to behold.
"So—you two met at church mass."
"Yes, madam. It was an event organized by our school, and students from other schools were also present."
It was then that I had the good fortune to meet and get to know Miss Hazel. Lorne's manners were impeccable, yet he also possessed a perfect degree of the reserve that comes with being a young student.
He looked like a student who was visiting a friend's house for the first time, a little nervous but trying hard to make a good impression.
He fabricated a plausible story about his acquaintance with Hazel, while simultaneously cultivating a positive public image of himself as a respectful member of parliament, Maht. Given Hazel's military and political background, it was perfectly normal for a recent graduate to express admiration and respect for such a seasoned and experienced elder.
When praising MP Macht, he deliberately steered the conversation toward national interests and the well-being of the people, cleverly avoiding leaving himself with the superficial impression of someone who only knows how to flatter.
Seeing how much the other person respected her husband, Liana's smile became more genuine, and she became even more curious about the young man in front of her.
After all, she knew how proud her daughter was, so anyone who could become her daughter's friend must be extraordinary.
For Lorne, while this may not be the best method, it is undoubtedly an effective way to quickly build rapport.
After all, who doesn't like to hear flattery? If others don't like to hear it, then there must be something wrong with how you speak or your perspective.
Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Lorne took the opportunity to ask:
"Husband, is Hazel home today? I need to speak with her about something."
"Yes, I've already sent a maid to fetch her. But—" Liana's tone was somewhat troubled, "Hayor hasn't been feeling well lately—"
"Da, da, da, da—"
Before she could finish speaking, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.
Liana and Lorne looked in the direction the sound came from at the same time. The next second, Liana covered her mouth in surprise.
Unlike her usual elegant and princess-like image, Hazel looked anything but ladylike at this moment.
Her hair was disheveled, she was wearing only a thin nightgown, her eyes were red, and there were still tear stains on her face, as if she had just had a good cry.
Hazel seemed completely oblivious to her embarrassment. Her gaze was fixed on Lorne, who was chatting happily with his mother, and she pointed at him, exclaiming, "You! What are you doing in my house?!"
Lorne was taken aback by her unexpected entrance, and only snapped out of his daze when she asked him that question. He stood up from the sofa, straightened his collar, and gave a perfectly timed smile that carried a hint of concern and confusion.
"Hayor—of course I've come to find you."