The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 134

Cloudcrest High School.

Ordinarily, today was a day without gym class. However, Percival was anxious about Vivienne and had accompanied her to school.

As they arrived at the main entrance, they saw a group of parents outside the gates of Cloudcrest High School, holding up a banner that read, “Expel the criminal’s daughter! A pedophile’s daughter has no business teaching!”

A middle-aged man was standing on a stone pedestal beside the road, shouting into a megaphone at passersby.

“They say like father, like son, and the same applies to daughters. What kind of girl can be raised by a man who abused his own foster child? Having his daughter as a teacher is not only a bad influence but also a scandal waiting to happen!”

These parents had blocked the entrance, preventing Percival’s car from entering.

Without avoiding them, Vivienne got out of the car with a calm look on her face. Percival followed her after signaling to Thomas, the driver.

As soon as Vivienne appeared, the parents immediately recognized her. The man with the megaphone immediately shouted, “That’s Vivienne!”

Vivienne ignored them, but Percival shot a cold glance at the man, causing him to shudder and nearly fall off the pedestal.

Angered, the man started shouting at Vivienne through the megaphone.

at this school?! The girl your father raped was not only his foster child but also a student at this school.

“Is

your

Vivienne asked, her eyes narrowing in an

asked suspiciously, “Why are you asking this? Are you planning

class, so

began to shout again, “Even if my son isn’t your student, who

but her face remained emotionless. “So, what

is only a

none of your

volcs scolded him from the side. A parade of luxury cars pulled up to the

of the altuation would have thought it was

and women got out of the cars and stood in front of Vivienne. They were the parents of Class Eighteer’s students, led

granddaughter’s grades have improved. She went from failing to ranking in the top hundred. She

through the crowd of Class Eighteen parents. Logan’s mother, adorned in valuable jewelry, was particularly intimidating,

mother, Doreen Baker, was even more direct. Not only did she show up, but she

handsome and suave in middle age, stepped forward and squinted at the protesters. He pointed at Edward, who was trying to disappear into the crowd. “Edward, have you finished your quarterly reports? Are you playing hooky to cause trouble? Are you asking

to work now. Please don’t fire me.”

out more employees from among the protesters. Threats of wage and bonus cuts flew, and all

entrance of Cloudcrest High School was

and Doreen Baker,

could only look in astonishment. “I never imagined

the homeroom teacher at Cloudcrest High School, though it was partially due to a dare from Arabella, she had always given her all to her students

expected

parents stood in front of her,