Chapter 68
Although Delilah’s heart was racing like a freight train, she managed to keep a poker face. She glanced at her husband beside her, signaling him to step up and say something and fast.
Shawn, unlike his wife, wasn’t one to get lost in a maze of wild thoughts. From the moment his daughter presented them with the transfer notice from Parkside High School, he never suspected anything fishy about how she got it. After all, Parkside High School was a top–live national Institution. They wouldn’t just enroll anyone with dismal grades. Even If there was some string–pulling, the school’s reputation would surely be taken into account.
Shawn’s expression was icy as he addressed the room, “Let me make this crystal clear: we haven’t pulled any strings. and we don’t rub shoulders with your principal. If you want to push my daughter out, you better come up with some hard evidence.”
He cast a protective glance at his daughter, standing silently and obediently, then swept his gaze across Vice Principal Morgan and the others, his demeanor growing even more frosty. “And if you can’t produce any proof,” he warned. “I’ll take this story of Parkside High School bullying students to the press.”
The thought of his vulnerable little girl facing these intimidating people and their barrage of questions before he arrived was enough to make his blood boll.
Vice Principal, faced with Shawn’s unwavering stance, suddenly felt a seed of doubt sprouting within him. Had he made some sort of mistake?
Hearing her husband’s stern words, Delilah couldn’t help but cough sharply. “Shawn, cool your jets. Maybe there’s been some kind of misunderstanding?”
The last thing she wanted was to make a spectacle if it turned out their daughter had actually pulled strings. It wasn’t her own embarrassment she feared, but the potential bruise to her child’s self–esteem.
Meanwhile, Anthony, who had been busily exchanging messages with the principal during the lull, piped up, eager to smooth things over with a nervous chuckle. “Exactly, Mr. and Mrs. Davis. This is all just one big misunderstanding. My colleague and I must have miscommunicated–led you astray–which is why this whole mess has erupted.”
Shawn narrowed his eyes at Anthony, saying nothing, letting the silence hang heavy.
Anthony, unnerved by that piercing gaze, hurriedly continued, “You see, Mirabella was specially recruited by the principal. It was my mistake in not making that clear from the start, which led to this whole confusion.” Morgan, however, frowned at this. A special recruitment? Was this just another excuse to cover for the principal? Not wanting to take the blame, Morgan cut Anthony off before he could say more. “All right, you say Mirabella was specially recruited. Then what about her academic performance?”
Anthony, irked by Morgan’s interjection, retorted, “What about her academic performance? Haven’t we said time and again that she was admitted with perfect scores?”
Anthony couldn’t fathom why this old stick–in–the–mud was still arguing when the girl’s parents were demanding answers and even the vice principal had clammed up. Morgan seemed utterly blind to the fact that he was making things more difficult for everyone.
Morgan glanced at Mirabella and let out a scoff, “Are you certain she was admitted with perfect scores? Because if that were true, she wouldn’t have fallen asleep on her desk in the middle of yesterday’s competition preliminaries.” He paused for effect, then added with a tone of righteous indignation, “Was there any other student who acted like her in that examination hall? Every one took this test seriously.”
The implication was clear: unless she couldn’t answer the questions, there would be no reason for her to be sleeping through the exam with such a dismissive attitude.
