There's No Turning Back (Elara and Harvey) novel Chapter 62

Beau kept a straight face and issued a stern warning to his group of friends. "None of you are allowed to play with Bambi!"

The kids lined up in perfect formation and saluted him in unison. "Yes, sir!"

Elara noticed Merida's expression shift as she looked toward the school gate.

"Merida?" she called softly.

Merida tightened her grip on the straps of her backpack, forcing her voice to sound lighthearted as she said, "Mommy, I'm going to school now! Bye-bye!"

She then spotted her usual playmate and ran over excitedly. "Shirley!"

Shirley Moore glanced at her, then quickly looked away and sped up her pace.

Merida caught up to her, eager to share the news. "Shirley, guess what? I changed my name! I'm not Bambi anymore—I'm Merida Jones now! I took my mom's last name."

"Don't talk to me." Shirley veered to the side, putting distance between them.

Merida stopped in her tracks, completely stunned. "Shirley, what's wrong?"

Shirley hesitated for a moment before lowering her voice. "Beau said that anyone who plays with you will become the whole school's enemy."

Merida was shaken by this.

Meanwhile, Elara hadn't left yet. Standing at a distance, she watched her daughter's back and could sense something was wrong.

"Elara!" A voice called out. Elara turned to see Rosalie Fisher holding the hand of her daughter, Paisley Fisher.

Rosalie was Harvey's cousin. Her husband came from an ordinary family and had married into the Fisher family.

With an expensive Hermès bag draped over her arm, Rosalie's sharp eyes gleamed with amusement. "So, you really divorced Harvey?"

"Yes," Elara answered calmly before her gaze fell on Paisley, and she frowned slightly.

Paisley was the same age as Merida, but her petite frame made her look like a much younger child.

Rosalie had raised her daughter as a strict vegetarian since birth. As a result, Paisley was frail, almost paper-thin, and her complexion was unnaturally pale.

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