Chapter 135: Class 22D Stands Up for Tina

At Ensford High School, there wasn't supposed to be a gym class today, but Jared Farrell, concerned for Tina, decided to accompany her to school anyway. Upon their arrival at the school's main entrance, they were greeted by a scene outside Ensford High School. A group of parents had blocked the entrance with a banner proclaiming, "Expel the criminal's daughter, a pedophile's daughter does not deserve to teach!"

A middle-aged man, megaphone in hand, stood on a stone pedestal by the roadside, shouting to passersby, "They say like father, like son. What can a man who rapes his own foster daughter teach his? A daughter like that teaching others is not just misleading them; it could lead to scandals!"

Jared Farrell's car couldn't get through due to the crowd. Tina, undeterred, stepped out of the car with a calm expression. Jared signaled to the driver, Nathan, and followed her out. As soon as Tina appeared, the crowd recognized her. The man with the megaphone immediately shouted, "That's Tina Reed!"

Tina looked straight ahead, while Jared gave the man a chilling glance, causing him to shudder and nearly fall off his perch. Annoyed and embarrassed, the man yelled into the megaphone at Tina, "Miss Reed, how can you even show your face at school! The girl your father raped is not only his foster daughter but also a student here. You must have known about your father's crimes living under the same roof! You're an accomplice!"

"Is your child in Class 22D?" Tina asked, squinting slightly at him.

"No, no, he's in Grade 10..." the man began, suspiciously adding, "Why are you asking this? Trying to take revenge on my son?"

"If your child isn't in my class, what are you doing making a scene here?" Tina countered.

The man was taken aback and then resumed his rant, "Even if my son isn't your student, the thought of having someone like you in the school is unsettling!"

eyes narrowed, her face unreadable, "So, what

There's still a month before their

business what happens," a voice suddenly interjected. Just then, about forty luxury cars swooped into the school entrance, encircling the

led by Velma Lehman's grandmother. She looked sternly at the protesting parents, "Since Miss Reed arrived, my granddaughter's grades have jumped from being held back two years in a row to

how hard it was to bring Professor Lininger here? If you drive Miss Reed away,

strong impression. His mother, adorned in an expensive jade set, pointed

brought her brother along. Mr. Fanning, still handsome and dignified in middle age, stepped forward, eyeing the crowd. Suddenly, he pointed at the man with the megaphone, now hiding among the people, "Tristan Wardwell, have you finished your quarterly reports? Skipping work

please don't fire me," Tristan Wardwell, previously so

slip away, "And you, and you, and you! Walter White! Lily Brooks! Wendy Clarke! How idle must your department be to let you all

call out their employees in the crowd. There was no choice; most of Ensford's

attendances were marked absent. The front of Ensford High School erupted into a cacophony of protests, but no one dared to harass

dumbfounded and in awe. The disparity between classes

the school by Grandma Lehman holding her hand and Beatrice linking arms with her, surrounded by the protective circle

teacher, partly due to Amber's provocation, she

cold heart warmed slightly, reminiscent of how

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