Chapter 340
Chapter 340:
A faint smile tugged at the corners of Maia’s lips. “To uncover the truth, of course,” she replied, her voice smooth, yet with an edge beneath. “Or, Ms. Harvey, are you protecting these students and afraid of what I might find p>
For a moment, Loraine’s face soured, an ugly twist settling in her features. She furrowed her brows and wrestled with her irritation. Inside, a cynical thought coiled through her mind. There was nothing on that laptop. Even if she let this woman use it, what could be found? With so many students backing the same story, this matter was already sealed. Nothing could overturn it!
With a stiff hand, Loraine nudged the laptop forward, her voice steeped in condescension. “You may use it, Ms. Watson. However, do not waste everyone’s time. If you insist on defending your brother without evidence, I will have no choice but to escalate this to the principal. And then, whether Ethan remains in this class will be… uncertain p>
Hardly had she finished speaking when the surrounding students broke into complaint.
“Exactly, Ms. Harvey! We still have class to attend! Who is going to make up for this wasted time p>
“What is her problem anyway? She is just dragging this out to stall for her brother p>
“Come on, it’s obvious Ethan is guilty. Why are we even entertaining this? She is just trying to waste our time. Aren’t our testimonies enough evidence p>
The chorus of grumbles thickened, buzzing like mosquitoes, but Maia stood untouched. Her focus remained unshaken, fingers flying over the keyboard with the precision of a dancer.
In a few swift strokes, she pressed the Enter key with a final, decisive tap. Then she said in an even voice, “Alright. Let us take a look at this p>
A ripple of annoyance passed through the students.
Stay tuned
“What now p>
“She is so irritating p>
Yet in the next heartbeat, their faces drained of color.
A video flashed to life on the laptop screen, crisp and unmistakably clear. It captured the events of the morning — the exact moment the homeroom teacher, Loraine, had stepped out of the classroom. The camera angle was impeccable, cutting no corners. Every smirk, every jeer, every malicious glance — captured down to the second. There it was, undeniable: Ethan, sitting quietly at his desk, enduring the sneers and jabs of his classmates.
The bullies’ faces twisted into ugly masks — mocking, disdainful, venomous, and triumphant.
They did not look like students; they looked like predators circling prey. As the video showed Ethan enduring the bullying in silence, only for it to escalate further, Maia’s expression grew colder and colder.
The office plunged into an eerie silence, heavy and immediate.
Several teachers, who had been quietly preparing their lessons moments ago, abandoned their work and gathered around, drawn by sheer curiosity. These were not ordinary educators — they were distinguished professionals, handpicked to instruct the elite students of Class One. Yet now, as they watched the footage flashing across the large screen, their faces darkened, disbelief etched deeply into their expressions.
“These are supposed to be the top students of Class One?” one of them muttered under his breath.
“In any other school, this would have legal consequences,” another said grimly.
“Bullying in broad daylight — these students are completely out of control,” a third added, shaking his head in disgust.
Across the room, Loraine stood frozen, her face drained of color. It felt as if someone had slapped her, the sting burning hot across her cheeks. The students who had been lingering nearby gaped at the footage, panic flickering in their eyes. Where had this video come from? How had Maia gotten her hands on it? She had not even stepped foot into the school’s surveillance room!