Chapter 892 What’s the Truth
“Hold on.”
Just as Wynter was about to leave, Leanne stopped her, only to place a bank card in her hand. “Young lady, I don’t know exactly what you do.
“I’ve heard others talk about you being a CEO, but you look like a lawyer to me. Dulcle’s case needs a lot
of money.
“I never accepted the compensation the school offered,” Leanne continued in tears. “I can’t accept the fact that Dulcie left us just like that.
“The school thought I was the dismissive type, so they kept coming to me. I never signed anything, nor
did Budd.
“There isn’t much money in the card, but please take it. I- I can’t let my daughter die without knowing why.
I need to know what she went through before she died.
“They told me that Dulcie was depressed and that she had been visiting the psychologist at school.
“I know Dulcie best. She was a cheerful and bright girl, so even if she were down in the dumps, she
wouldn’t have disappeared just like that.
“Before going to school, she told me that she was looking forward to my home–baked birthday cake the upcoming week. But she never made it back.
“She went to school, which should have been the safest place for her to be. How could she not have
made it back?”
Leanne’s cries were heart–wrenching. Her cries were filled with despair and confusion. Her words would.
resonate with any parent.
Yes, shouldn’t a school be the safest place for a student to be? How could there be such a mishap?
What if they were in Leanne’s shoes? What if one day their child, like Dulcie, took their life at school? They couldn’t imagine such a dreadful scenario!
The staff who had initially come forth to apologize in fear were deeply ashamed of their inhumane words and actions. They hadn’t truly understood the situation of the Wilson family.
The instructions they received were to downplay the impact of the incident. Someone they were familiar
with had called them about the incident after all.
They were informed that the incident was attributed to the competitive nature between students and high academic pressure.
Plus, students from small towns were known to have behavioral issues. They were popularly recognized for their poor stress–coping abilities. Their task was to urge parents to be more attentive to their
children’s mental state.
It wasn’t surprising that they’d assume Dulcie of having done something shameful driven by pure vanity.
Perhaps she had jumped off the building after feeling humiliated.
They had even read a post online that hinted at Dulcle having an abortion. That was why they had jumped to conclusions without a second thought. But then, they realized how terribly wrong they had been.
Each of them rushed to Wynter, offering to help.
Jone dragged Kate down the stairs as he questioned with reddened eyes, “What’s actually going on? What have you been doing at school every day?”
Kate shifted her gaze away guiltily. Kate heard cries from upstairs. This caused her attitude to soften as she muttered, “Just making friends, Dad. Didn’t you tell me that the Wilson family is poor? I’m just doing what you did, I…”
“Among your friends, is there anyone you wouldn’t dare to offend?”
It was Wynter. Seeing the Ashmore father–daughter duo come down the stairs, she approached with a powerful figure trailing behind her, Dalton.
For some reason, Kate feared Wynter. She shook her head without saying a word.
“Is that so? Who’s this girl in the picture then? It looks like everyone admires and looks up to her.” Wynter flipped her phone open and pointed to a picture on Kate’s Facebook page.
