A Film Queen

Chapter 38 Unveiling the Truth

Melanie grinned, her finger gripping the microphone tightly as she spoke. “As for my apology to Milly. I will conclude it here. However, before I step down, there is one more thing I’d like to address.

“Those familiar with me know that Stephanie Burnett from our class is my close friend, or at least I believed so. I have gone to great lengths to maintain our friendship, such as defending her and speaking ill of others on her behalf. Yet, to my surprise, all my efforts for this so–called friend were merely seen as me climbing the social ladder in her eyes.”

With a swift movement, she revealed a silver–white phone in her hand. She quickly played a recording where a female voice could be heard.

“Melanie, I just found out my sister’s old school report card from her previous school in the town. Her grades were shockingly poor, below average. How did she manage to get into Crestwood High?

“Melanie, let me tell you secretly, my sister only scored six hundred points on her exam! Yet, she somehow secured a spot in Class A!

“Could she have cheated? Who knows, but her grades seem suspicious. I mean, who can make such a big improvement overnight?”

The recording crackled with background noise, faint electrical interference buzzing near the microphone. Yet, amidst it all, the conversation’s essence and tone remained crystal clear.

It was Stephanie!

Milly watched Melanie proudly standing beneath the national flag from a distance on the playground. A smile crept across her face with admiration in her eyes.

Melanie couldn’t be considered malicious. She simply placed excessive trust in others, often being easily influenced by others. However, her unwavering courage to stand up against Stephanie, even amidst her family’s financial struggles, was quite unexpected.

It showed a certain clarity of judgment and a strong sense of justice, qualities that Milly found surprisingly endearing.

The recording was brief, lasting only a few minutes. Melanie surveyed the crowd below the stage, feeling not an ounce of shame but rather a sense of liberating satisfaction.

She had never feared embarrassment or loss of face. It was never about preserving her own dignity!

insinuations were clear. I was influenced by her, made mistakes, and deserved punishment.

I won’t take the blame for something that’s not my fault.

sister in the future.

all for my

final words, the murmurs in the audience grew louder, becoming

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anticipated Melanie’s bold actions.

to break ties

Stephanie the microphone, smirking. “Your

her, feeling as though

I despised this feeling!

the princess of the Burnetts and a respected heiress, when have I ever endured

just sit back. I

lash out. Still, she restrained herself in front of the crowd, concealing the anger in her eyes. “Melanie, what has gotten into you? Have you experienced something traumatic? We’re good

words echoed through the

innocence, and felt repulsed. How could such a poor

me like before? Does she think a few words could make me feel sorry for

Heh!

sounding irritated. “Are you going up? If you don’t, I

Still, due to

no longer arguing with

causing her to lose her balance. With a loud “bang,” she fell heavily

“Ah!”