Chapter 293: Wanting Your Wife's Late Husband to Witness Your Happiness (4)
“Lacking decorum, lacking dignity. Entrusting you with the role of headmistress was a mistake that misguides countless students!”
The two were as different as night and day, their relationship as tense as it could be without erupting into outright conflict.
From the moment Diana appeared, the elven Councilor’s expression hadn’t improved one bit.
“Undisciplined, reckless, and utterly shameless—is this your attitude as the headmistress?”
“Your position is not about privilege but responsibility. And yet, your conduct shows no trace of accountability.”
Her icy gaze turned sharper, and her words were cutting.
Her displeasure with Diana was deeply ingrained. Adding to that, the matter of Nia secretly living with a male made her furious. Her tightly knit brows revealed her seething anger.
It was clear she intended to settle both old and new grievances.
“As the headmistress, not only are you lax and negligent, but now you’ve even blatantly violated protocol by staying in the boys’ dormitory.”
The elven Councilor adjusted her glasses, her piercing gaze locking onto Diana as she spoke with deliberate precision.
Diana, meanwhile, extended her slender hand, her fingers lightly massaging her temple in mock fatigue.
Here we go again.
If there was one thing she hated about this sanctimonious woman, it was her endless lectures.
Always long-winded, dull, and headache-inducing.
To spare herself the torment, Diana decided to end it in one swift move.
“Stop.”
She raised a hand, her eyes momentarily closing before reopening with an innocent smile.
“Our personal differences are one thing, but this time, I’m here to help you catch the culprit.”
“You’ve been searching for the boy living with your royal niece, haven’t you?”
“Well, I’ve brought him to you.”
She tilted her head toward Shia, her delicate brows lifting with amusement as she casually pushed him forward.
Shia: ???
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What just happened?
Wasn’t she supposed to protect him? She said as long as she was here, he’d be fine!
This was betrayal!
He had felt touched earlier, but clearly, that was misplaced.
This wasn’t protection—it was handing him over for a death sentence!
While Shia reeled in disbelief, Diana had already stood up again and moved behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders and resting her chin on them with a playful grin.
“So, my dear Councilor, how’s this for sincerity?”
The elven Councilor froze, clearly not expecting this turn of events. Her words faltered, stuck on her tongue.
Diana shot Shia a sly side glance.
“This cold and uptight woman here? She’s genuinely the type who might kill you.”
“And yet you sold me out anyway?” Shia hissed through gritted teeth.
“Do you want me to save you, little one?” Diana asked, her voice dripping with playful menace.
“All you have to do is call me ‘Mommy,’ and I’ll take care of everything.”
Finally, her true intentions surfaced.
From the start, Diana hadn’t forgotten her mission.
She was determined to claim this boy as her son, and she’d use this chaos to her advantage.
Her meddling might seem like pure fun, but there was no doubt she was deliberately pushing Shia to the edge to force his hand.
Shia clenched his teeth. Truly, this headmistress was as despicable as they came!
But the more pressing danger was the elven Councilor seated before him.
Her expression remained icy, her sharp, beautiful eyes now focused intently on Shia.
From the moment he entered, she had suspected he might be the boy Nia was trying to hide.
But upon seeing Diana’s arrival, she had dismissed the notion, thinking he must be with her.
Now, it turned out he was indeed the one she sought.
Adjusting her glasses again, she scrutinized Shia from head to toe.
He was handsome, with a refined and gentle demeanor, clearly close to Diana.
But… to stand beside Nia? That was laughable.
And being connected to that unreliable woman? Even more unacceptable.
Her voice was as cold as her gaze.
“So, you’re the owner of this place?”
Also, the “master” Nia had mentioned.
An icy chill washed over Shia, carrying with it a palpable hostility and killing intent.
It was unmasked, undisguised.
With her abilities and resources, Shia knew he stood no chance against her in his current state.
In the corner, Rong balled her fists, her face full of worry.
Nia’s eyes had turned red, brimming with unshed tears as she looked at Shia, full of reluctance.
Why did you have to come back now?
My aunt is terrifying.
It’s over. Is this really the end? Will I have to watch her kill you?
Her aunt wasn’t just powerful in authority—her strength was unmatched.
Against anyone else, maybe Shia could win their approval through his actions.
But not her aunt.
She was an unyielding, cold perfectionist—a complete “man-hater.”
She wouldn’t show him mercy.
Nia’s heart raced, feeling as though it was about to burst from her chest.
Shia was on the brink of disaster!
Under the suffocating pressure from the elven Councilor, sweat began to bead on Shia’s forehead.
He realized there was no point in denying it.
The outcome might not change, but avoiding the truth now would only delay the inevitable.
He glanced at Nia, whose teary eyes pleaded silently, shaking her head in subtle protest.
Even if it was a slim chance, she wanted him to stay silent.
Their small interaction didn’t escape the elven Councilor’s keen eyes.
If she had believed Diana’s words only partly before, now she was fully convinced.
Her gaze on Shia grew colder, sharper.
Shia straightened his posture, his expression calm and resolute as he nodded.
“Yes, I am.”
“I earned the right to live here after breaking records during the new student trial.”
Nia stared at Shia, dumbfounded. She hadn’t expected him to admit it so directly.
The light in her eyes dimmed, her heart sinking into a pit of despair.
It felt as though the world around her was crumbling.
Shia met the elven Councilor’s cutting gaze head-on.
“With all due respect, Councilor, may I request a private conversation with you?”