Chapter 27

The classroom erupted into chaos..

“Who cares about the $3,000 anyway? How could it be stolen? Maybe you misplaced it,” one student hollered.

“Yeah, take another look,” another echoed.

Besides the few on scholarships, everyone else was born with the silver spoon. Otherwise, they couldn’t afford the $80,000 annual tuition fee at Greenmeadow International School, let alone stoop to theft.

But Daniel, the president of the student union and math geek, furrowed his brows and insisted, “I’m sure I left it in my desk pouch yesterday. There’s no way I’m mistaken.”

Suddenly, with a hint of accusation, Juliana spoke up. “It’s not like everyone’s rolling in dough. Someone’s credit card got confiscated by their folks, right?”

All heads swiveled toward Merry.

Cordelia paused her texting, nudged Merry and drawled, “What’s up, Merry?”

With a complex look, Merry slumped her shoulders, “Lia, I dyed my hair back, didn’t party this weekend, did my homework like you said… and this morning, my parents actually praised me.”

She smirked bitterly, “They’ve always thought I was the rebel, never liked me, pretty much gave up on me. The only have eyes for Leila. I got used to it, and pretended I had no parents. But today…” Her voice trailed off into confusion.

Cordelia, unable to grasp Merry’s inner turmoil or how to comfort her, was searching for the right words when Daniel approached, “Merry, did you take the class funds?”

Merry bristled, “You’re accusing me of stealing? That’s defamation, Daniel!”

not one for confrontation, scratched his head, “I

book. In doing so,

familiar envelope, was stunned. He picked it up, revealing a stack of crisp

accused, “Merry,

flabbergasted, “How did the class funds end up with

what we’d like to know. Merry, even if you’re short on

panicked, “I didn’t steal it! Someone’s framing me. There’s a security camera

commotion, he didn’t bother teaching. Instead, he quickly

after hours the previous evening, lifting the money from Daniel’s desk, and almost bumping

sight of this,

Why didn’t you testify earlier? Is friendship an excuse to cover for

though stunned by the video, shot Juliana a cool glance, “Sometimes what you see isn’t the truth.

Cordelia, you’re still defending her. Are

clenched her fists as a realization dawned on her and bolted from the room with Cordelia close behind. Merry stormed into the neighboring classroom, kicked open the door, and

a girl with a striking resemblance to Merry, the only difference being her short and student–like haircut compared to Merry’s long locks. In that instant, Cordelia knew

beside her teacher, Lucille,

Merry. With her poor grades and behavior, it’s not a stretch to imagine her stealing.

who stood defiantly with a mix of rebellion and anger in her

Leila?” Latham asked

nodded slowly,

top ten in her year. She wouldn’t steal. This is

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