บททั้งหมดของ my bully loves me : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The morning after the Literature class incident, Brentford was unusually quiet.Too quiet.Helena walked through the school gates with her head high, Greg’s hoodie still tied around her waist like armor. Her fingers trembled slightly, but she didn’t let them see it. Not today.Students stared. Some looked away. Others whispered.But no one laughed.Not this time.Word had gotten around that Bianca was under disciplinary review after Mrs. Winston found the red ink bottle and several incriminating messages on her phone—messages about “setting up the bathroom” and “turning Helena into a joke.”Helena knew it wasn’t justice yet. But it was something.Brentford Garden – Later That DayGreg sat with Theo and Tessy at their usual bench, eyes scanning the quad. When Helena finally walked up to them, Tessy sprang to her feet and hugged her tightly.“You’re seriously the bravest person I know,” Tessy whispered. “Everyone else would’ve quit by now.”“I almost did,” Helena said softly.Greg stood

The next morning at Brentford was unlike any other.The hallways were too quiet. The stares were too long. The whispers carried more venom than usual.Helena sat by the infirmary window, dressed in a fresh hoodie and jeans Tessy had brought from the dorm. Her head ached, but it wasn’t from sleep. She hadn’t slept. Not after what had almost happened.Not after Henry.Not after the cold, scrawled note slipped under her door before dawn.“Sophia was drugged too. This time, you got lucky.”– S.Helena turned it over in her hand again and again.The “S” wasn’t just a letter now—it was a warning.Across the infirmary, the door creaked open. Greg stepped inside, his expression tight, jaw clenched. He closed the door behind him and walked straight to her.“Are you okay?” he asked softly.She nodded once. “I will be.”Greg dropped into the chair beside her. “They took Henry out this morning. The police are questioning him.”“Will he get expelled?” she asked.Greg looked away. “I don’t know. Hi

The next morning, the entire school buzzed with tension.The leaked video from the party—clearly showing Henry slipping something into Helena’s drink—had started spreading like wildfire after someone anonymously posted it to a Brentford student gossip page. There was no audio, but the angle, the timing, and Helena’s dazed expression in the later frames were enough to spark outrage. Some believed her. Some didn’t.But now, the whispers weren’t just about Helena.They were about Bianca.Brentford Academy — HallwayHelena walked with Greg beside her, Tessy trailing close behind. Students stared openly now, not even pretending to whisper behind their hands."Don’t listen to them," Greg murmured, placing his hand on her back.She gave him a small smile, but her eyes were focused straight ahead."Bianca’s losing control," Tessy said. "She’s scared. That’s why she’s acting more reckless."Helena nodded. "But scared people are dangerous."Dean Whitaker’s OfficeDean Whitaker stared at the pau

The morning air was thick with silence. Helena zipped up her final bag, her fingers trembling slightly around the handle. Her uniform still hung in the wardrobe, untouched, and the curtains swayed gently from the half-open window. The sunlight that filtered in felt far too bright for the heaviness in her chest. From downstairs, voices murmured. Her mother. And Uncle Davy. Helena took one last look around the room before pulling her bag toward the door. It didn’t feel like she was walking away from a house—it felt like she was walking away from a war. Downstairs, Tricia sat on the arm of the sofa, her nurse’s scrubs still faintly stained from an overnight shift. Her eyes were red, but her expression firm. Uncle Davy stood beside her, tall and weathered, the keys to his silver SUV twirling loosely around one finger. “You ready?” he asked gently. Helena nodded. Tricia rose and brushed a hand down her daughter’s shoulder. “Betley City isn’t exile, Helena. It’s just time a

The final bell rang through Brentford High, echoing across emptying hallways and lockers slamming shut. The chaos of the day faded, replaced by the low hum of engines and students heading off to their weekends.Greg tossed his bag into the backseat of his black SUV, slammed the door, and exhaled.Another day without Helena.He rested both hands on the steering wheel for a moment, then started the car and pulled out of the school gates, the sky streaked with orange as dusk settled in.Tessy’s Home – Later That EveningTessy arrived at her family’s estate just as the security lights flickered on. Her housekeeper, Madam Rose, greeted her at the door with a warm smile and a tray in her hand.“Welcome, Miss Tessy. You look tired. Come—have some dinner first.”Tessy dropped her bag beside the sofa and smiled faintly. “You always know when I need comfort food.”Madam Rose set down the tray: white rice, peppered stew, and a tall glass of chilled orange juice.“Eat first,” she said, “then solv