The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 134

Cloudcrest High School.

Ordinarily, today was a day without gym class. However, Percival was anxious about Vivienne and had accompanied her to school.

As they arrived at the main entrance, they saw a group of parents outside the gates of Cloudcrest High School, holding up a banner that read, “Expel the criminal’s daughter! A pedophile’s daughter has no business teaching!”

A middle-aged man was standing on a stone pedestal beside the road, shouting into a megaphone at passersby.

“They say like father, like son, and the same applies to daughters. What kind of girl can be raised by a man who abused his own foster child? Having his daughter as a teacher is not only a bad influence but also a scandal waiting to happen!”

These parents had blocked the entrance, preventing Percival’s car from entering.

Without avoiding them, Vivienne got out of the car with a calm look on her face. Percival followed her after signaling to Thomas, the driver.

As soon as Vivienne appeared, the parents immediately recognized her. The man with the megaphone immediately shouted, “That’s Vivienne!”

Vivienne ignored them, but Percival shot a cold glance at the man, causing him to shudder and nearly fall off the pedestal.

man started shouting at

at this school?! The girl your father raped was not only his foster child but also a student at this school. I refuse to believe you didn’t know about your father’s

“Is

your

Eighteen?” Vivienne asked, her eyes narrowing in an intense

“Why are you

so

“Even if my son isn’t your student, who can feel safe with you lurking

even further, but her face

School! The college entrance test is only a month away. Who

none of

the side. A parade of luxury

unaware of the altuation would have thought it was

stood in front of Vivienne. They were the parents of Class Eighteer’s students, led

coldly addressed the protesters. “Since Ms. Vivienne came, my granddaughter’s grades have improved. She went from failing to ranking in the top hundred. She is a savior for my granddaughter’s academic career. I dare anyone to try and kick her out of this

rippled through the crowd of Class Eighteen parents. Logan’s mother, adorned in valuable

parents, Faye’s mother, Doreen Baker, was even more direct.

trying to disappear into the crowd. “Edward, have you finished your quarterly reports?

was wrong. I’ll go back to work now. Please don’t fire me.” Edward pleaded, his face full

from among the protesters. Threats of wage and bonus cuts flew,

at the entrance of Cloudcrest High School

school by Clara Redwood and Doreen Baker, accompanied by the

to the side, Percival could only look in astonishment. “I never imagined this

the parents of her students today. When she first became the homeroom teacher at Cloudcrest High School, though it