Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 886: Trouble

The driver arrived promptly. To perfectly execute Miss Aveline's instructions, he deliberately came dressed as a janitor, wearing an orange uniform he had purchased by the roadside for two hundred dollars. The bright color made him stand out as he walked across campus, eventually arriving at the homeroom teacher's office right on time.

Miss Hartwell, seeing the man in his fifties wearing the janitor's uniform, adjusted her glasses. Judging from Aveline's refined demeanor and appearance, she doubted this man could be her father. But then again, perhaps Aveline resembled her mother more. "Ahem, are you Aveline's parent?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm... uh... Aveline's guardian," the driver replied, not daring to claim he was her father.

"Since you're her father, let's discuss what happened. Your daughter beat mine so badly she looks unrecognizable. What do you plan to do about it?" Liora's father, noticing how frail and non-threatening the man appeared, raised his voice, assuming he could intimidate him.

The driver's professional instincts kicked in. He immediately bowed at a ninety-degree angle. "I'm deeply sorry. My child has caused you trouble."

His apologetic attitude caught Liora's father off guard, momentarily deflating his anger. Miss Hartwell quickly intervened to mediate. "Since it wasn't intentional, perhaps we can settle this matter amicably."

"Amicably? That's easy for you to say. Who's going to pay for my daughter's medical expenses?" Liora's father finally revealed his true concern.

"So it's about money," the driver thought, unfazed. Before Liora's father could escalate further, he pulled out a stack of cash. "Of course, we'll cover the costs. Here's ten thousand dollars-will that suffice?"

The fact that someone who worked as a driver for the Barnet family could casually take out ten thousand dollars left Liora's father stunned. He had only spent a few dollars on some ointment for bruising at the clinic last night. Initially, he had hoped to get a few hundred, maybe a thousand, out of the situation. He never expected the man to hand over ten thousand without hesitation.

Sensing the shift in the situation, Aveline quickly stepped in. "Dad, that ten thousand is your entre quar terry sardry. Isosorry-uthsas-anny aunt"

The driver caught on immediately. "Aveline, you must focus on your studies and avoid causing trouble at school in the future."

"I will," Aveline replied solemnly.

don't you think ten thousand is a bit much? Aveline's family

is nothing! If I weren't being considerate of their situation, I'd be asking for far more. Let this be a lesson-if there's a next time, I won't be

father had taken advantage of the situation. She turned to Aveline. "Aveline, take this

try to handle it yourself-come

I'll

"Alright."

he hadn't made any mistakes. Otherwise, Miss Aveline

Hartwell hadn't punished her harshly. Instead, she felt a

the school gate, the driver wiped the sweat from his forehead.

raise this

The driver, who had been smiling at the

must have other work to do, Mr. Johnson.

watched Aveline's retreating figure, marveling at how composed and mature she was for her

girls with ample ammunition. They had always thought Aveline's life seemed too perfect. Hearing about her

was that

is a janitor, you shouldn't bring

being a janitor. They clean our streets

mentioned the word "janitor" around her, hoping to provoke some kind of reaction. A more insecure child might have felt humiliated or ashamed, but they underestimated Aveline. Even if her father truly were a janitor, she wouldn't have cared. She had never looked down on

Aveline said calmly before walking

even Aveline Barnet isn't perfect. Her

her parents must work in government or something. But if her dad's a janitor, maybe her mom's a dishwasher-that would

"Ha ha ha!"