The Queen They Buried

Chapter 47

The accusations against Aubree grew louder and more relentless

“What a letdown! actually thought our school had a champion,” someone muttered.

Another said, “So a cheating champion still counts, right?”

“I couldn’t believe Aubree would stoop so low at the competition,” a bystander remarked “But now even her own mother in publicly denouncing her character… They shook their head in disdain.

Some sighed in sympathy, while others spat in disgust

One of the onlookers scoffed, “Some people just don’t know how to appreciate the good life they’ve got.”

Another said, “Wasn’t it said on the forums that Aubree got kicked out of the Wilson family for pushing Carmen down the stairs out of jealousy? Then the proved it was actually Carmen who stated it herself, and honestly, I totally believed her back then. But now? Guess where there’s smoke, there’s fire, she’s no saint either.”

If it were just reporters stirring up trouble, people might still have their doubts. But now that even Alice had spoken out against her, suddenly everyone

believed it

If Aubree hadn’t crossed the line, people felt that Alice would not publicly condemn her own daughter like this.

Aubree heard all the scathing comments, and of course, Alice heard them too.

Alice shot Aubree a taunting smile, her eyes full of challenge. She thought, ‘So you refused to help Carmen and even got her expelled from Rithol Art School? You’re so capable that you don’t even need to come home, right? Let’s see how you get yourself out of this mess now

*To em in human, please don’t judge my daughter so harshly Alice said, putting on a magnanimous front. “I believe my Aubree simply made a mistake in the heat of the moment. As long as she’s willing to admit her wrongdoing and retum the trophy that was never rightfully hers, I’m still willing to take her home and guide her properly.”

The crowd erupted in enthusiastic a

applause

Some parents dropping off their kids couldn’t help nodding in agreement, if their own child had done something so disgraceful, a beating would be letting them off easy. She felt that Aubree sure had a great mother.

The planted reporter, seeing how things were unfolding, quickly thrust the microphone forward and said pointedly, “Aubree, since your mother is being so forgiving, why not take this opportunity, with everyone watching, to show your resolve and apologize right here and now? We’ll all bear witness!”

Aubree thought sarcastically, “What a perfect little scheme!

going on, but could

the finals. Then Alice brought in reporters to

selfless mother, while fm

under the rug. After all, nothing someone

only that, but Alice would seize this chance to keep me

reporter’s wrist and yanked the microphone to her own mouth. “Me? Apologize?” she scoffed. “Why

in the finals? Excuse me? I don’t even know how that rumor started. Let me make one thing clear. I won that championship on my own

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reporter struggled to reclaim the microphone, but Aubree lightened her grip even further the that the reporter a cold look and said lily,

a cold, toothy grin, her gleaming teeth making the reporter free in fear, all struggle forgotten

“Or should i

bitterly. She thought, ‘Unless I’d actually killed someone, how could ever be

Wilson, do you admit that I’ve

Even if she tried to deny it. Aubree had concrete proot So

thought. If she wants to

moral compasst if that’s how you want to play, then let’s all lose face

here. You’re no longer m mother. I can have it authenticated in court. I

sharper minds in the crowd start connecting the

the Wilson family was concerned, Aubree wasn’t driven out for any wrongdoing. On the contrary. i chose to

elite, no one would walk away from

must be because

glared at Alice. “You stand there as my mother, accusing your daughter of rotten morals and an incorrigible nature. But have you ever stopped for even a moment to

developed a chronic stomach condition? Have you

even bother to count how many times I was hospitalized in those three

even care whether I was freezing or

Aubree shouted, “Never

beatings. You accuse me of having no morals, so tell me, exactly where did go wrong? As a designer, Alice, don’t you understand what plagiarism means to a creator? Net you forced me to ghostwrite for Carmen in so many important competitions, and even enabled her to hire others just to keep herself

it’s only because you drove me to it over these past three

Aubree felt a sense of liberation she ha Watching Alice pale and stumble backward only

experienced before.

met Aubree’s undisguised look of hatred, her words died in