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“So, Mr. Myers, I’ll ask you directly – do you have the nerve to kneel if you’re wrong?” Victoria pressed, her voice unwavering.
All eyes turned to Carter, waiting for his response.
“You all seem so certain Robert is guilty. You’ve seen the footage. What’s the matter? Getting cold feet?” Victoria chuckled, her tone dripping with mockery. “Tsk, tsk. All talk, I see.”
“Don’t you dare act so high and mighty! We all saw the video! Robert put pieces of cooked egg in Jenarth’s water cup and nearly caused a disaster! We all witnessed it! The children saw it too! How could it be fake? I stand by what I saw!” a parent snapped, stepping forward with a sharp tone.
“Victoria, prove your son’s innocence right now. If you can’t, I won’t just make you kneel and apologize – I’ll post this entire thing online! Let the whole world see how shameless you really are!”
The moment those words were spoken, others quickly joined in, their voices merging into a chorus of agreement.
To them, the facts seemed clear. Victoria couldn’t twist the truth.
This farce had gone on long enough. It was time to end the circus. They’d see who would be crying and begging for mercy later.
Pressed by the surrounding parents, Carter looked at Victoria’s resolute face and finally let out a cold snort. “Fine. If you can prove Robert is innocent, I will apologize. But if you can’t, Victoria, you must give up custody of Robert. If you keep raising him like this, you’ll ruin him completely.”
“Deal!” Victoria accepted without a moment’s hesitation.
Her immediate reply made Carter’s gaze sharpen on her.
That uneasy feeling in his gut twisted even tighter.
Victoria turned to face the crowd, then her eyes settled on Keith. “Mr. Pena, since you were here when this whole mess happened, would you mind being our witness?”
Keith offered a gentle smile. “I’d be happy to. I must admit, I’m quite curious to see how you intend to prove Robert’s innocence.”
Victoria returned the smile but said nothing more. She pulled Robert to her side and declared loudly for all to hear, “Robert says he didn’t do it, so he didn’t. I’m his mother. I know the son I’ve raised.”
A wave of laughter rippled through the crowd. No one had expected Victoria’s so-called “proof” to be nothing more than a bold statement. It was absurd.
“Haha, that’s your proof? What a joke! Well, I say I don’t believe you, so you must be guilty. Does that make you guilty for sure?” a parent retorted sarcastically.
Victoria met the parent’s eyes, a cunning smile gracing her lips. “How can you be so sure that what your children saw is the absolute truth?”
“I…” The parent was momentarily speechless.
“Your children may have seen Robert and Jenarth arguing, but did any of them actually see Robert hit Jenarth?” Victoria’s clear voice rang out.
The parents fell silent. Instinctively, they looked down at their own children.
A few children frowned. They had seen Robert and Jenarth having words, and later noticed a scratch on Jenarth’s hand, but none of them had actually witnessed Robert bullying Jenarth.
“The security footage captured the scene, that’s true. But did any of you actually see Robert throw a punch in that video?” Victoria fired off another question, her tone sharp.
“The water cup belongs to Robert, that’s right. But did any of you see him put egg bits into it with your own eyes?
“You claim Robert hit Jenarth, and you saw Jenarth fall in the video. But did you see him fall because Robert struck him?”
Question after question left the parents and children stumbling for answers. The atmosphere grew thick with tension.
“I was with Robert the whole time. He never once touched that water cup.”
Just as everyone struggled to find their words, a soft, young voice spoke up from the crowd.
A little girl with hair tied in two buns darted out of the classroom. She planted her feet firmly and declared with utter seriousness, “Robert would never do that! He’s always helping me with my math!”
Tracy spotted her and called out urgently, “Where is her teacher? Get her back to class right now!”
The girl’s teacher rushed out, flustered and apologetic. They’d been watching the children, but in that single moment of distraction, she had slipped away.
But the girl wouldn’t let her teacher near her. She put her small hands on her hips, chin held high. “I can prove it! Robert didn’t touch Jenarth at all. He couldn’t have done anything wrong!”
“Of course she’d say that,” Jenarth mumbled, hanging his head and looking utterly dejected. “Amy’s his best friend. They’re always together. It’s only natural she’d stick up for him. If that counts as proof he’s innocent, then… I guess I have nothing more to say.”
The other children, hearing this, immediately rallied to Jenarth’s defense. They’d all wanted to play with Amy, but she only ever had eyes for Robert. Of course she’d lie for him. They were convinced she was just helping him weasel out of trouble.
“Robert and Amy are best friends. They play together every single day. She’s totally covering for him.”
“Yeah, Amy’s lying!”
“I am not!” Amy shouted, her voice ringing with conviction. “I’m telling the truth! You’re the ones making things up!”
Robert couldn’t help the slight smile that touched his lips.
“How interesting,” he remarked coolly. “You claim she’s lying for me. So, by that logic, since you all hang around Jenarth, does that mean you’re all in this together? Should I just assume you’re all trying to frame me?”
His gaze swept over the group of children, turning icy. “Jenarth gave you hair clips and game cards, didn’t he? Those shiny, limited-edition ones. You got your little presents, so now you’re all returning the favor, is that it?”
“I…” The child who had accepted the game cards flushed bright red, caught in the act. “No! Jenarth is just really nice. He just brought us little gifts because he’s new and wants to make friends with us. That’s all it was!”
“Yeah, they were just gifts!” the other children parroted.
“You’re Drew Rodgers from Class Four, right?” Robert’s accusation was direct. “The cameras never caught me putting egg bits in any cup. But I saw you at breakfast – you took an extra egg. You tried to set me up with that egg, right? You took Jenarth’s egg, didn’t you? Every child gets one egg. Jenarth is allergic, so you took his, right?”
Drew Rodgers shook his head frantically. “Why would I frame you? I just like eggs! The teacher gave me Jenarth’s because he couldn’t eat it. I ate it at breakfast, and the kitchen staff took away the little bit that was left!”
“Keep making up stories. You’re the only one who had an extra egg. If it wasn’t you, then who was it? You must have slipped the egg bits into my cup before the kitchen staff came around.”
Robert’s tone was so calm, making his words sound utterly plausible. “I strongly suggest the teachers check the cameras again. I bet they’ll show it was Drew.”
Pinned with the blame, Drew panicked. “I didn’t do it! I’m not a bad kid! Why would I try to frame you? You’re lying! I left a little bit on the table, and the kitchen staff took it when I walked away. If you don’t believe me…”
His eyes darted around before landing on Jenarth. “Ask Jenarth! He was sitting right next to me! He saw everything! I didn’t touch the leftover eggs after I was done!”
Suddenly thrust into the spotlight, Jenarth froze for a second before speaking softly. “I… I was just eating my breakfast. I didn’t really notice.”
“Jenarth, you were talking to me! You even asked me if I couldn’t finish the egg! Don’t you remember?” Drew tried hard to prove himself, grabbing his mom’s hand and shouting, “Mom, I would never hurt anyone!”
“Enough!” Drew’s mother snapped, yanking her son behind her and glaring daggers at Victoria and Robert. “You people are unbelievable! Now you’re accusing my son? There are dozens of children here, and you’re just going to point fingers at every single one? You could keep this up all day! If you don’t have any real proof, you don’t belong at Eaton Kindergarten. You’re poisoning this entire place!”
“Wow, you’re so touchy,” Robert shot back with a cold laugh. “You’re welcome to prove your son is innocent, you know. Bunch of idiots.”
“You… you little brat! Say that again!” Drew’s mother shrieked, jabbing a finger toward Robert.
“This circus ends now.” Victoria’s voice cut through the noise, cold and sharp. “You all love pointing fingers – since when do cheap talk and useless videos count as proof? Have any of you ever thought about how it feels to be on the receiving end of those false accusations?”
“Can you be a hundred percent sure your kids are telling the truth? What if what they saw was exactly what someone wanted them to see?”
A heavy silence fell over the parents. Hearing it stated so plainly left them feeling cornered, with no good response.
None of them had actually witnessed anything firsthand. It was way too hasty to accuse Robert of intentionally hurting someone, just based on a few words from their kids.
“Even if that’s the case, you still need to prove your son didn’t hurt anyone, right? You can’t just keep throwing accusations around. What’s the point? Are you going to accuse Mrs. Campbell next?”
“You know what? You’re absolutely right. I am going to call out Mrs. Campbell.” Victoria turned her sharp gaze to Tracy, who had been observing from the sidelines. “Mrs. Campbell, you’re the head of Eaton Kindergarten, and if
