From Trash to Treasure: The Sinclair Family's Beloved Genius Chapter 18: I Want to Change Classes

With that, a thick textbook ca flying in her direction.

Chloe Sinclair’s expression instantly turned frigid, her eyes glinting. With a simple lift of her hand, she caught the book in mid-air.

"Ms. Rhodes, don’t you think throwing a book at without any reason is going a bit too far?"

"Hah! You’re the disgrace of this class. Everyone else can get high scores, but not you. You do nothing but drag down our class average, and on top of that, you’re always bullying your classmates. Just look at your sister! Look at the state you’ve put her in! I guess this is the difference when you don’t share the sa parents!"

Chloe Sinclair raised an eyebrow. "Bullying a classmate?"

Her gaze shifted to Nina Sinclair, who was slumped over her desk. Chloe let out a cold laugh. "Ms. Rhodes, you’d better rember what you said today."

With that, she walked out of the classroom.

Laura Rhodes had intended to make Chloe Sinclair stand by the door as punishnt, but by the ti she looked, Chloe was already gone.

This was the first ti Chloe Sinclair had ever skipped class, but her heart felt light and free.

Standing on the athletic field, she asked Eight, "Did you record it?"

"Yep, got it all."

As a piece of high technology from the future, basic tasks like recording video were a piece of cake for Eight.

This lifted Chloe Sinclair’s spirits considerably.

She then pulled out her phone and dialed her father’s number.

He picked up instantly.

Chloe Sinclair’s eyes instantly welled up with tears, her voice choked with grievance. "Dad, I want to transfer classes."

...

After hanging up, Chloe Sinclair’s lips curled into a cold smirk.

’Anyone can play the victim.’

Chloe Sinclair’s sudden phone call imdiately put Mr. Sinclair on high alert.

He quickly tagged everyone in the "A Loving Family (2)" group chat.

A Lifeti of Peace: [@everyone, Chloe just called . She said she wants to transfer classes. Is she being bullied at school?]

Q: [Isn’t Nina in the sa class as Chloe? Nina’s the class president; Chloe shouldn’t be getting bullied, right?]

Baby Yanyan: [Who dares bully my sister? I’ll make them regret it. (fist)]

...

Because of this one phone call, the family group chat buzzed with activity for three solid hours.

In the end, still worried, Mr. Sinclair left work early to pick her up from school.

He waited until about six o’clock, when Chloe Sinclair finally erged at a leisurely pace.

Mr. Sinclair got out of the car, walked over to Chloe Sinclair, and slung her schoolbag over his own shoulder. In his other hand, he held a small cake.

"Chloe, you must be tired. I passed a dessert shop on the way here and saw this cake, so I bought it for you. You can eat it in the car."

There were many n in the Sinclair family, and since Nina Sinclair was usually on a diet and rarely ate cake, they didn’t keep many desserts in the house.

It was only after Chloe Sinclair returned ho that Mr. Sinclair discovered her love for cake, which prompted him to hire a live-in pastry chef.

When he passed the dessert shop today, this particular cake caught his eye, so he bought it.

In the car, seeing that Chloe Sinclair seed to be in a better mood while eating her dessert, Mr. Sinclair asked cautiously, "So, what was that about wanting to transfer classes you told about earlier?"

Chloe Sinclair paused in the middle of a bite. Her face instantly crumpled with grievance. She set the cake down, lowered her head, and twisted her fingers together as tears began to stream down her face.

Like a wronged child finally seeing her father, she couldn’t help but let it all out. "My grades are bad, so my teacher doesn’t like . She bullies and gets the other students to exclude . I just want to transfer out."

Mr. Sinclair frowned. "And your sister? Why hasn’t she said anything about this?"

"Because she bullies too!"

Just as she’d expected, Mr. Sinclair’s expression darkened, and his tone grew stern. "Chloe, do you have any idea what you’re saying?"

’In her past life, seeing this reaction from her father, she would have assud he thought she was lying and probably would have thrown a tantrum right then and there.’

’But this life was different. She knew her father was impartial and didn’t favor Nina Sinclair over her.’

’Still, Chloe couldn’t let her confidence show too much, or it would raise suspicion.’

She feigned anger, pouting. "Hmph! I knew you wouldn’t believe ! My sister was completely out of line today. I was just trying to do my howork when she asked to borrow my notes. I told her I didn’t have any to lend, and she just started crying! Then the teacher ca over and, without asking a single question, started screaming at , threw a book at , and told to get out! And my sister just stood there crying, she didn’t say a single word to defend !"

Sure enough, Mr. Sinclair fell into thought.

After a pause, Chloe Sinclair added with a scoff, "The top student in our grade asking the person ranked dead last for study notes... isn’t that a joke?"

Mr. Sinclair was silent for a long mont before finally telling the driver to go back and pick up Nina Sinclair.

Nina Sinclair had evening self-study sessions, so she usually got ho three hours later than Chloe Sinclair. Seeing the driver approach her now, her heart sank. ’This is bad,’ she thought.

The mont she saw Chloe Sinclair also in the car, she knew sothing terrible had happened.

"Dad, whatever it is, can we talk about it after my study session is over?"

"I’ve already called your horoom teacher. Get in. We’re going ho."

This was the first ti Mr. Sinclair had ever spoken to Nina Sinclair so curtly.

A shiver ran through Nina Sinclair. She gave a dazed nod and chanically climbed into the front passenger seat.

Once they were ho, Nina Sinclair tried to make an excuse to go to her room and study, but Mr. Sinclair stopped her.

"Nina, I have sothing to ask you."

Nina Sinclair’s heart grew even more apprehensive, but she could only nod in agreent.

The two Sinclair brothers were also in the living room. The atmosphere was so tense the air itself seed to thin.

Mr. Sinclair didn’t beat around the bush. In a heavy voice, he asked, "Chloe is being bullied at school. Why didn’t you say anything?"

’Just as I thought...’

Though Nina Sinclair was panicking inside, she was already prepared for this.

She put on a look of utter surprise. "When did this happen?"

"Chloe, why didn’t you tell you were being bullied?"

Chloe Sinclair sneered inwardly. ’As expected of soone who’ll end up in showbiz,’ she thought. ’What a performance. Anyone who didn’t know better would have been completely fooled.’

"I’m excluded every single day. You didn’t know, Sister?"

Her voice was soft and small, like a timid rabbit’s, as if the slightest movent would send her scurrying away in fear.

Whatever Nina Sinclair had planned to say was caught in her throat by Chloe’s question, leaving her speechless.

Of course she knew Chloe Sinclair was being excluded and bullied.

After all, she was the one orchestrating it from the shadows.

"Chloe, maybe you’re misunderstanding sothing."

Nina Sinclair’s pale face was strained, but she maintained a placating tone. "I agree the teacher’s thods were a bit inappropriate, but you know what your grades are like. It’s not easy for her, either."

"Besides, the other students in our class are all very nice. They’re always asking you to join them for sports. If you consider that bullying, then I’m going to have to get angry with you, Chloe."

’If the situation weren’t so serious, Chloe Sinclair would have burst out laughing.’

’If Nina Sinclair ever found herself out of a job, she could probably have a great second career giving motivational speeches at schools. All that feel-good nonsense would surely fool a lot of people.’

"You say the teacher is trying to help , but all she does is compare to you! She calls trash, a disgrace, and tells to go die in front of the entire class! Is that sothing a teacher should ever say?"