Chapter 890: Protective Parents

Twenty minutes later, the sound of helicopter rotors suddenly echoed over

Cherrywood.

Students gathered on the sports field for the school's sports day were visibly excited.

"Look! A helicopter!"

"Is it the TV station here to film aerial shots of our sports day?"

"But that helicopter doesn't look like it's from a TV station."

For a regular secondary school, the sight of a helicopter was already a luxurious

spectacle. Every student's attention was drawn toward the aircraft.

The principal, who had just received a call from Julian's assistant, hurriedly led a group

of staff to the rooftop to welcome the visitors.

"Who could it be today to even alarm the principal?"

"Let's go see!"

The principal stared at the luxurious helicopter, his wrinkled face lighting up with a beaming smile.

This was clearly someone important. Although he didn't know why they were visiting the school, even the slimmest chance of obtaining sponsorship was a golden opportunity.

cabin door opened, a dashing middle-aged man stepped out, holding the hand of an elegant, poised

our humble school. I'm the principal,"

my daughter?" Julian asked

wasn't informed," the principal stammered. On the phone, he

of school invitations was very simple-if parents were called to the school, it must mean

Aurora remarked, glancing at the sports day

be it!" Julian's face lit up with excitement, already imagining Aveline's graceful

dialed Aveline's number to confirm her location. However, something didn't feel

office," Aurora said, her tone turning suspicious. That wasn't a place students could visit

didn't think twice.

My baby is

was in the administration office, wasted

heard the sound of helicopter rotors. She rubbed her temples, realizing

traffic at

my parents are here,"

had rushed over to advocate for Aveline, couldn't help but notice how composed the girl

points-nearly

Miss Hartwell naturally spoke up for her student. But the

is far too young to be involved

it's our job to guide students-not punish them. Problems should be addressed

the director snapped. "I've already made my decision, and nothing you say will change it! You're still young, Miss Hartwell. Kids like her don't respond to reasoning. Besides, her father's just a street cleaner-what kind of child could he raise? Her grades

less respectable than anyone

Aveline couldn't stand a teacher with such prejudice.

Who do you think you are?" The disciplinary director, now furious, raised his hand

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