Chapter 235: Chapter 235: Are You Trying to Force a Confession?
He once, also wanted to exchange her life for Cynthia Vaughn’s life, but now he changes his face at the drop of a hat.
Though knowing full well that Cynthia Vaughn brought it upon herself, Ann Vaughn didn’t feel sympathy for her; rather, it was a kind of...
A coldness penetrating into the marrow.
Ann Vaughn closed her eyes; her mind was in chaos, making her feel an unspeakable suffocation, as if her whole body were bound in thorns, danger lurking on all sides.
If one day, would she also fall to the same fate as Cynthia Vaughn?
"What are you thinking about?" Sutton Jennings didn’t know what Ann Vaughn discussed with Cynthia Vaughn inside, but he could tell from her expression that it wasn’t pleasant.
He comfortingly patted her head, "Don’t think too much; she has brought today upon herself."
"She used to repeatedly almost cost me my life; of course, I wouldn’t sympathize with her. I’m just..." Ann Vaughn opened her eyes, a bit unsure how to describe her feelings, "It’s nothing."
Even she didn’t understand why she was so hung up on this point.
To Cyrus Hawthorne, Cynthia Vaughn’s only crime was deceiving him about his childhood.
To her, however, it was a series of hateful acts wanting to put her to death; her hatred and revenge against Cynthia Vaughn were not surprising.
But why did Cyrus Hawthorne go so far, leaving Cynthia Vaughn no room for retreat?
Is it really impossible it was because of her?
This thought suddenly arose in her mind, causing Ann Vaughn to furrow her brows, taking a deep breath.
She really was overly self-infatuated, acting stupid!
"By the way, about Cynthia Vaughn’s surgery, Brother Shane, how much do you know?" Ann Vaughn turned her head and asked.
"After her heart transplant four years ago, her health has always been good until less than two years later when things suddenly took a downturn. The specific information is all with Cyrus Hawthorne, and the rest is unknowable." Sutton Jennings’ peach blossom eyes twinkled slightly as he started the car to leave.
Less than two years when things suddenly turned for the worse...
Ann Vaughn lowered her gaze, pondered for a moment; no wonder she felt Cynthia Vaughn’s health was somewhat abnormal earlier.
Besides, she had asked the doctor earlier; number 9 hadn’t treated Cynthia Vaughn poorly in terms of diet and lifestyle.
Yet Cynthia Vaughn’s physique was strangely frail now, not like the deliberately feigned weakness she used to show, but a frailness caused by the deterioration of internal organs.
This was one of the things Ann Vaughn couldn’t understand.
Was there a problem with her heart?
Ann Vaughn stopped thinking about it, glanced at the time on her phone, and said to Sutton Jennings, "Kenny’s school sports day starts at two, we can still make it if we go now."
"Alright." Sutton Jennings faintly smiled, concealing the worry at the bottom of his eyes.
...
In the kindergarten, the playground was already set up, and the banner "Century Kindergarten’s 10th Parent-Child Sports Day" was prominently displayed.
However, outside the hustle and bustle, inside the classroom of the Sunbeam group, things weren’t quite so harmonious.
"I didn’t steal anything!" Kenny stood beside his seat, his small body standing tall and unyielding, his big eyes stubbornly meeting the gaze of the class teacher.
"Whether you stole something or not will be clear once we check your backpack and desk; weren’t you the only one in the classroom just now? Did any other children come back?"
The class teacher frowned, asked the nearby children, and got responses of "no."
Suddenly, the teacher’s gaze towards Kenny carried some detestation and disapproval, "The sports day is about to start; if you admit to your mistake now, the school can still give you another chance."
"But isn’t this unfair to other kids?" The male teacher who had given Clementine candy spoke up, "Our kindergarten has been open for so long, this is the first time we’ve encountered a theft incident."
"What is missing?"
"The wallet that a parent left at a child’s seat, containing eight bank cards and about a few thousand in cash."
Families that send children to such a private kindergarten must have some family background in The Imperial Capital, generally not to be offended.
Moreover, the amount of money on the eight bank cards exceeds seven digits; this parent is a notable figure in The Imperial Capital.
The kindergarten can’t afford to be haphazard, they must give the parents a satisfactory account.
But after the class teacher forcefully searched Kenny’s seat and backpack, not even a shadow of the wallet was found, leaving her momentarily stunned.
Could it really not be this child who stole it?
The male teacher crouched down at this time, gently looking Kenny in the eye, said to him, "Student Vaughn, a good child can’t steal, understand? If you hand the uncle’s wallet to the teacher now, you’re still a good child, okay?"
Upon hearing this, the class teacher thought, frowned somewhat impulsively, and asked, "Did you hide the wallet somewhere? If you don’t hand it over, I’ll call your parents!"
"Teacher, firstly, you didn’t find that uncle’s wallet at my seat, indicating it wasn’t stolen by me."
Kenny lifted his small face, showing no panic, "Secondly, it’s a violation of the law to arbitrarily convict someone without evidence."
"Therefore, if you continue to implement verbal threats to force me to confess guilt, I can completely take you to court."
The logical few sentences caught the class teacher off guard, utterly unable to believe this was something a three-year-old child could say.
How do this child’s parents usually teach him??
The male teacher’s smile stiffened but maintained, "Student Vaughn, refusing to admit and repent for mistakes makes your wrongdoing more serious."
"If you don’t admit, we’ll have to take you on stage and let all the children see that you’re a thief."
The male teacher lowered his voice for the final sentence, unheard by anyone other than him and Kenny.
Kenny pressed his small lips, looking at the male teacher without backing down, "Are you trying to extort a confession?"
The class teacher was truly at a loss; the student’s parents over there were waiting for an explanation, yet Kenny here refused to admit.
If she had to offend someone, it’s better to offend someone without much background!
"Let’s go to the principal’s office! If you don’t admit you stole today, expect to be expelled! Other kindergartens won’t accept a child who steals!"
As she spoke, the class teacher reached to grab Kenny’s arm.
"Is this how your school’s teachers slander my son baselessly?"
Suddenly, a low, magnetic voice sounded from the back door of the classroom, striking sharply on everyone’s nerves like icy stones.
Everyone looked toward the voice to see a tall and stately figure step into the classroom, his hand tucked in his pocket, dressed in a renowned designer’s custom-made black suit, showcasing a perfectly proportioned physique.