Novel & Cerita The S Class That I Raised

He wasn't their daughter's class. 'Now who isn't your class Caryn? Definitely not me.' He was right. She was definitely not his class at the moment because her family went bankrupt few years ago and came begging him to give them a loan. He sent them away reminding them the exact words they said. "You are not her class, Nathan."

The car waiting for us wasn’t Peter’s usual one—it was new, sleek, and commanding. A 2025 Mercedes-Benz S-Class Maybach, glossy black with silver trims that shimmered in the sunlight. I hesitated to even touch it. As if reading my thoughts, Peter grinned proudly. “Oh, I got it yesterday while you were at the medical conference,” he said. “Do you like it?” I nodded, still stunned. “It’s… gorgeous, Peter.” He chuckled, brushing it off. “I’m glad you love it, sis.” Once we were in the car, Peter couldn’t stop talking about his last album.

“You really have amnesia, right?” Evie frowned. Hadn’t she already said it? “Yeah?” James nodded. “I believe you fully now. You even forgot I’m from class A.” EEEEEH? “What? You’re from class A?” Class A was the special brain class of the year. It’s where Hanz and his study mania brethren were. This little mandrill was from that class. “Boss, your gaze is offending. I’m really from class A and I’m even in the top fifty of the school. I’m a de Lancy. If my grandpa sees me getting bad results I will get disowned.”

His eyes moving over the first car slowly. The way they did when he was processing something important. "…That's a Mercedes-Maybach S-Class," he said quietly. I looked at him. "Is it good?" He turned to look at me with an expression I had never seen on him before. Something between disbelief and personal offence. "Alvara," he said carefully. "That car starts at two hundred thousand." I looked back at the car. "Oh," I said. "Oh?" he repeated. "That's all you have? Oh?"

Yeah, that was possible. “No. Freaking. Way.” He walked around the car slowly, almost reverently, mouth hanging open. “This is… this is actually a Mercedes-Mayback S-Class. I was a bit sceptical when Aisha showed me the photos she took…” I shifted Bandit’s carrier to my other hand, trying my hardest not to roll my eyes. “I think so, yeah.” Jamal’s head snapped toward me so fast I thought he might get whiplash. “You think so?!”

I rushed to work this morning and accidentally sent the car pictures meant for the dealership to the medical intern group chat. I didn't even get the chance to delete them before a few interns saw them, and the chat blew up. "Damn! That G-Class with the starlight roof is crazy expensive. The upgrade alone must've cost a fortune. I didn't know Dr. Tyson was loaded!" "I didn't expect her to be a trust-fund baby. I'm shocked!" "Dr. Tyson, what do your parents do? That G-Class has to cost a few million dollars, right?"

“Did you ever see his face?” “No.” “License plate?” I shake my head slowly. “I never thought much about it… All I remember is the car. It was a Mercedes S-Class, so whoever he is, he has money. Unless he was just a driver.” “I doubt it,” Adrian says immediately. “Those wellness retreats are expensive. If she attended regularly, they definitely had money.” Gunner folds his arms thoughtfully. “You think the husband is involved too?”

Rachel eyed me up and down. I scoffed, ignoring the pang in my chest. "You know, I'm happy I lost my mother because I'd rather choose to die than have a mother as you. You are such a bad, disgusting parent. I mean, look at the child YOU groomed" I pointed at Hannah. "Classless" Hannah's nose flared as she glared at me. "You didn't ..." "Oh I did!" I interrupted her. "You are as classless as your so-called mother. Maybe classlessness runs in the blood." I snickered, covering my mouth mockingly

It resembled the new one that Steve Lee had bought before, but the color wasn’t right. Brock didn’t think much of it. Instead, he smiled and invited Mandy, “CEO Zimmer, I recently bought a new Mercedes Benz S-Class. I’ll send you back home later.” He sighed. “Of course, my hundred-thousand-dollar car couldn’t compare to this Rolls Royce.” Although these words were self-effacing, they were simply a pretense. Stacy and the others also nodded along. “Mandy, it’s really comfortable to sit in the new Mercedes Benz S-Class!”

After that, they led me to the parking lot to unveil the vehicle. It was an obsidian black Mercedes-Benz S class parked in front of the sweeping marble steps. The front chrome was curvy, and the front grille was imposing. The customer license plate read, CHMN THOMPSON HOSPITAL INTL” “Dad, mom, thank you so much.” I said again, almost on the brink of tears, rushing towards both of them at once for a joint and even tighter round of embrace. A few moments later, the mansion buzzed with life as the patriarch and the matriarch of the family came to pay us a visit.