Chapter 943
Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Silence ensued before one student finally broke it. âHaha, if I were you, I would not come to school.â
It set off a trail of murmurings among the crowd. âExactly! How does she still have the guts to come here? Is she unaware of the things that Wendy had done in school?â
âOh dear, I donât know whether she should laugh or cry in this situation. Wendy might be good at her studies, but she has a questionable character.â
An arguably more sensible student stopped them and retorted in Ceciliaâs defense. âShe is a visitor, so letâs all be reasonable. It could be solely Wendyâs fault for turning out like that. What does that have to do with her mother? We should not go overboard. At least Wendy made it to the top five, right?â
Cecilia felt lost.
She was not dumb and realized that the student not only did not look up to Wendy, but they also hated her.
Before this, she already knew that her daughter could not get along with her classmates. However, she thought it was only those people and did not expect the rest of Wendyâs schoolmates to share the same sentiments too.
As Wendyâs mother, Cecelia could feel the hostility and contempt from the studentsâ eyes.
When have I ever received such treatment with Wendy in Horington?
In the heat of the moment, Cecilia fumed, âWho are you to judge my daughter? If you have so much time to talk behind her back, you should use it to study instead. Come talk to me only when you can do as well as Wendy and manage to be the top scorer in the preparatory class.â
Immediately, everyone kept quiet.
Cecilia presumed that they were scared off by Wendyâs excellent performance in school, and she felt great pleasure again.
Arrogantly, she taunted, âWell, do you think that I donât know that all of you are merely jealous of Wendyâs grades? She even managed to place first among the elite students in the preparatory class.â
For a few seconds, the silence continued before the students started to burst out in laughter.
It was deafening.
âHaha, Iâm about to laugh till I cry!â
In between their peals of laughter, they commented, âIs she crazy?â
âShe is like Wendy! They are lunatics.â
More people started to shame Cecelia. âLike mother, like daughter. There isnât a better time to use this phrase.â
âAll of youââ Ceciliaâs face turned red with anger.
Confused with the situation, she could not help but interrogate, âWhat do you mean? Who is a lunatic?
How dare you question Wendyâs good grades?â
One of the students tried to suppress his laughter and explained, âWith all due respect, please go to the board and take a look. Wendy is not ranked first in the preparatory class.â
âWâwhat?â The older womanâs face turned pale.
She could not believe her ears.
Did Wendy not do the best? Who the hell is first then? I thought they said she best the second place with more than twenty points!
Grabbing the student she first spoke to, Cecilia gave him a death glare and seethed, âDidnât you tell me that Wendy scored twenty over points more than the student who came in second?â
Her sudden actions took the boy by surprise, but the latter regained his composure in no time. Pursing his lips, he argued, âWhat the hell? I told you that there is a twentyâsix points difference between the top two students. However, Wendy is ranked second, not first! The one who did the best is my goddess! Even though she missed one of her papers, she still managed to beat your daughter by such a wide gap!â
Cecilia was utterly dumbfounded.
âWhat are you talking about? Donât lie to me!â
Shaking off Ceciliaâs grip on his collar, the student pointed to the bulletin board and asserted, âYou can see it for yourself!â