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Chapter 885: My Dad is a Janitor The office was quiet, tension lingering in the air. Aveline stood tall and poised in the center, while the teacher, Miss Hartwell, was busy apologizing to Liora's parents.

"There must be smisunderstanding. Aveline is usually very well-behaved and would never do such a thing. Besides, she and Liora have always been good friends," Miss Hartwell explained.

In her mind, Miss Hartwell had a very good impression of Aveline. Although Aveline was a little cold, her homework was always impeccably completed, and she had just scored first place in the most recent exams-by a large margin. Her performance was outstanding, and she excelled in sports as well. Students like her were the least troublesome.

By comparison, Liora, though lively and cheerful, had been caught several times playing on her phone during class, copying homework in the mornings, and forming cliques. Between the two, Miss Hartwell's instinct was to side with Aveline. However, now that Liora's parents had cto the school, she had no choice but to soothe their emotions.

"Yesterday, my child chwith her face swollen like a pig's head!" Liora's father fumed. "She had a tooth knocked out and was bleeding nonstop. When we asked her what happened, she wouldn't say a word. Her face was covered in red handprints, and we were terrified! Then my wife found her notebook, and it was full of the n'Aveline,' written in angry, scrawled handwriting.

"Her hair was also cut off! My wife and I are absolutely against school bullying. This Aveline is so bold-she must be punished!" Hearing the details, Miss Hartwell hesitated. The situation sounded serious. She turned to Aveline. "Aveline, is this true? Did you do it?" "It wasn'tdirectly," Aveline answered calmly. "I had someone else do it." "You-so it really was you!" Liora's father roared. "How can a child your age be this vicious? I swear I'll make you pay today!" "Calm down! Let's hear her explanation first. I'm sure Aveline wouldn't do something like this without a reason," Miss Hartwell quickly intervened, sweat forming on her forehead. The other teachers were in class, and she was the only one here. If things got physical, she wouldn't be able to stop it.

"Liora hitfirst," Aveline replied honestly.

"I knew it! Aveline wouldn't hit anyone without reason. Why don't you explain the situation? There must be a misunderstanding here." "What misunderstanding? My daughter was beaten to a pulp, and you're still defending this girl?" Liora's father shouted, his anger growing. "I'm warning you, if I don't get a proper explanation today, I'll call the media. I'll make sure this school's bullying problem becomes national news! Your school's reputation will be ruined, and the education bureau will take notice. Think carefully about your next step!" In the face of such threats, Miss Hartwell didn't dare take sides. She sighed and relented. "Aveline, call your parents. They need to cto school so we can resolve this." Aveline thought for a moment. If she called her father Julian, the scene would go something like this: In the middle of a formal meeting with top executives, Julian's phone would vibrate. Normally, he wouldn't answer, but seeing Aveline's non the screen, he would pick up immediately.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong? Do you miss Daddy?" "Dad, I injured a classmate at school. Her parents are here, and the teacher wants you to come." Julian's face would light up with excitement. "You hurt someone? That's amazing! Sclassmates deserve it. When I was your age-wait, did you hurt your hand?" "No, the bodyguard did it." "Good. That kind of thing should be left to the professionals." "Dad, the teacher wants you to cto school." "Finally! I've been waiting for an excuse to visit your school. I'll tell your mom-she's been wanting to see it too. It's your fault for not letting us visit before..." "Dad! It's not a tour! The teacher called you as my parent!" But Julian would ignore her protests, eagerly announcing, "Honey, Aveline wants us to visit her school!" He would then arrive with her mother, Aurora, tow, both cheerfully inspecting the school grounds.

"This gate is way too shabby," Julian would remark. "And this school crest is terrible. I'll have the principal replace it." Walking to the sports field, he would frown. "This field is so small. How can Aveline train here? I'll buy that building over there and turn it into a bigger field for her." Finally, they would reach the office, where Liora's parents would start questioning him. But before they could lay a hand on him, Julian's bodyguards would step in.

"Beat them to a pulp! How dare they touch my daughter!" Aveline sighed, shaking her head. If Julian came, the situation would definitely escalate.

"Miss Hartwell, I'll go outside to call my dad," she said.

"Go ahead," Miss Hartwell replied, busy trying to calm Liora's parents.

Aveline stepped outside and called the family driver, Mr. Johnson. After explaining the situation, however, he immediately refused.

"Miss Aveline, I can't do that! If the boss finds out I pretended to be your parent, he'll fire me!" "Mr. Johnson, if you don't come, I'll fire you right now," Aveline threatened.

"Miss Aveline..." Mr. Johnson sounded like he was about to cry.

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"You know how my dad is. If he finds out I was hit, he'll flip the whate m family upside down. Please helpout here!" "Miss Aveline, don't make things difficult for me!" "I'll take full responsibility if my dad blames anyone. He listens to me." "Fine, fine. I'll cright away," Mr. Johnson relented.

"Wait, Mr. Johnson. I wrote on the school form that my dad is a janitor. Don't wear a suit-find sold,m worn-out clothes instead. And don't drive. Take a taxi and clooking as plain as possible. If they ask for compensation, just pay them. I'll reimburse you later." "...Miss Aveline, what are you thinking?" "I just don't want to make a big deal out of this. Please, Mr. Johnson." "All right, all right, I'm coming now." "Thank you." Hanging up, Aveline returned to the office. "Miss Hartwell, my dad's at work, but he's on his way." "Okay. What does your father do?" "He's a street cleaner," Aveline said without hesitation.

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