Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 890: Protective Parents Twenty minutes later, the sound of helicopter rotors suddenly echoed over Cherrywood.

Students gathered on the sports field for the school's sports day were visibly excited.

"Look! A helicopter!" "Is it the TV station here to film aerial shots of our sports day?" "But that helicopter doesn't look like it's from a TV station." For a regular secondary school, the sight of a helicopter was already a luxurious spectacle. Every student's attention was drawn toward the aircraft.

The principal, who had just received a call from Julian's assistant, hurriedly led a group of staff to the rooftop to welcthe visitors.

"Who could it be today to even alarm the principal?" "Let's go see!" The principal stared at the luxurious helicopter, his wrinkled face lighting up with a beaming smile.

This was clearly someone important. Although he didn't know why they were visiting the school, even the slimmest chance of obtaining sponsorship was a golden opportunity.

As the helicopter steadied and the cabin door opened, a dashing middle-aged man stepped out, holding the hand of an elegant, poised woman.

"Mr. Barnet, Mrs. Barnet, your presence truly graces our humble school. I'm the principal," he greeted enthusiastically.

"Where's my daughter?" Julian asked directly.

"Uh... your daughter? She cto our school today? I wasn't informed," the principal stammered. On the phone, he had only been told Julian was coming, but the specifics were unclear.

"Our baby wasn't asking us to visit the school for no reason. Where is she?" Julian's understanding of school invitations was very simple-if parents were called to the school, it must mean they were here to observe.

"Wyven terraan!! Mayde sile warntcrust waîtrhler complectairtlessportsrudy;" Aurora remarked, glancing at the sports day banners around the campus.

"That must be it!" Julian's face lit up with excitement, already imagining Aveline's graceful participation in the events.

Aurora quickly dialed Aveline's number to confirm her location. However, something didn't feel right.

"Aveline says she's in the administration office," Aurora said, her tone turning suspicious. That wasn't a place students could visit casually.

Julian, on the other hand, didn't think twice. Who would dare trouble his daughter? "Principal, where's the administration office? My baby is there right now." The principal, still clueless about why their precious daughter was in the administration office, wasted no tleading the couple there.

Inside the administration office, Aveline had already heard the sound of helicopter rotors. She rubbed her temples, realizing her parents had likely rushed over in excitement.

A helicopter truly was the fastest mode of transport, especially given the traffic at this hour. It wasn't long before she received Aurora's call, confirming their arrival.

"Sir, my parents are here," Aveline said calmly.

Miss Hartwell, who had rushed over to advocate for Aveline, couldn't help but notice how composed the girl was despite the situation.

"Aveline is still young," Miss Hartwell began, addressing the disciplinary director. "Her midterm results just cout. She ranked first in the entire grade, outscoring the second place by over forty points-nearly a perfect score. A student this outstanding would be sought after by any school. How can you send her hover this? As for the incident with Liora, I've already addressed it." As someone who cherished talent, Miss Hartwell naturally spoke up for her student. But the disciplinary director was unwavering.

"Our school focuses on holistic development. Good grades mean nothing without proper moral education. This child is far too young to be involved in a romantic relationship. What kind of example does that set for the other students?" "She's at an age where developing feelings for someone, like Orion, is perfectly normal," Miss Hartwell argued. "As educators, it's our job to guide students-not punish them. Problems should be addressed and resolved, not suppressed. If we arbitrarily send students home, the school will be empty in no time." "Are you the disciplinary director or am I?" the director snapped. "I've already made my decision, and nothing you say will change it! You're still young, Miss Hartwell. Kids like her don't respond to reasoning. Besides, her father's just a street cleaner-what kind of child could he raise? Her grades are probably the result of cheating!" "My father being a street cleaner doesn't make him any less respectable than anyone else," Aveline said coldly. "What gives you the right to look down on him?" Her words weren't out of anger but a sense of justice. Aveline couldn't stand a teacher with such prejudice. Teaching and street cleaning were both honorable professions and deserved equal respect.

"You little brat! How dare you talk back tolike that? Who do you think you are?" The disciplinary director, now furious, raised his hand to strike her.

"Director! What are you doing? She hasn't said anything wrong!" Miss Hartwell quickly stepped in to block the slap.

At that moment, Julian and Aurora arrived outside the office. Julian was all smiles. "Baby, Daddy's here!" But as he pushed open the door, the cheerful atmosphere evaporated. His face darkened instantly he saw the director attempting to hit Aveline, stopped only by Miss Hartwell.

In a flash, Julian stormed into the room and kicked the disciplinary director, sending him sprawling to the ground. "Who are you?!" the director shouted, still unaware of who had just attacked him.

Aurora and the principal both entered, witnessing the scene. The principal, ever shrewd, immediately noticed the resemblance between the girl standing in the room and the couple who had just arrived.

Though Aveline was dressed simply in a white dress, her cold, dignified demeanor was unmistakably simil to Aurora's. And her O features-identical to Julian's-left no doubt. This was their daughter. "Lee, have you lost your mind?" the principal bellowed, furious at the director's recklessness. How could he dare lay a hand on this girl? Julian pulled Aveline into his arms. "Baby, why was he trying to hurt you?" Miss Hartwell was stunned as she looked at the distinguished man holding Aveline. Their resemblance was undeniable. Who was this man? The last tsomeone cfor Aveline, it wasn't him.

Just as she was trying to piece things together, a striking woman in her thirties entered the room, her heels clicking against the floor.

Aurora's exquisite face was clouded with anger, her eyes icy. The temperature in the room seemed to drop as she approached the disciplinary director step by step.

"Daddy, Mommy, he bullied me," Aveline said, for the first tusing her parents' authority to her advantage.

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