Mr. Jones glanced over and had a rough idea of what was going on. He imdiately spoke with politeness, "Please, go ahead."
"This incident is a misunderstanding. The two didn’t fight; my nephew fell on his own. He tumbled down the stairs and broke his ribs. Ghania heard so rumors and thought Nathalie had sent my nephew to the hospital, but in reality, Nathalie happened to be there at the ti. She didn’t lift a finger; it was all my nephew’s own carelessness—he missed a step while going downstairs..." Myles Sullivan spoke asuredly, appearing poised and dignified. You could tell he wasn’t an ordinary person at a glance.
Ghania’s face color changed abruptly, her expression one of disbelief.
She knew perfectly well that Jecksen didn’t just fall down the stairs and break three ribs. Nathalie was the one who hit him.
That day in Beijing, Ivy Wilmar had personally made a phone call that didn’t connect. It was one of Jecksen’s lackeys who said himself that Jecksen had been hit by Nathalie.
Afterward, Myles Sullivan rushed back with her because of this matter.
Why would her uncle cover for Nathalie with a lie?
Myles Sullivan’s tone was very steady as he spoke with a deep voice, "Ghania spread rumors amongst her friends without understanding the situation, causing such a big impact on the school. I am extrely sorry for this. I will take her ho and educate her properly."
Without wasting words, he called Ghania over directly.
"Ghania, apologize to the school authorities!"
His crisp handling of the situation stunned everyone; they hadn’t anticipated the turn of events to go this way.
Ghania slowly moved over, standing there, feeling as if all eyes were on her, as though her clothes were stripped away, a humiliation. Her face was void of color, and her lips were almost bitten through. She opened her mouth and, with a voice as faint as a mosquito’s, she said to the principal, "I’m sorry, Mr. Jones, it’s all my fault for not understanding the situation clearly..."
But it was precisely not like this at all!
Nathalie obviously hit soone, so why was she the one apologizing?
Myles Sullivan kept a cool face, and after she finished apologizing to the school leadership, he ordered sternly, "And Nathalie, you should apologize to her as well."
Ghania felt her blood rush to her head, and her face, which originally was pale, now flushed red with humiliation. She quickly lifted her head, and the mont her gaze t Myles Sullivan’s chilly eyes, her eyelashes trembled, and her fingernails almost punctured her palm.
Grinding her teeth, she approached Nathalie and said softly, "Sis, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was mistaken. I didn’t an to make Wenny Taylor post about you on the forum. I just ntioned it in passing. That text ssage this morning, I didn’t intend for it to an anything else. It might be that they misunderstood and wanted to stand up for ... that’s why they posted things they shouldn’t have, not expecting it to cause you trouble."
She spoke so eloquently, Nathalie hadn’t expected her to try to justify herself at a ti like this—implying it was everyone else’s fault but her own!
She rely ntioned it in passing, not expecting Wenny Taylor to create a forum post.
She casually forwarded it, not expecting the Class B students to stand up for her.
So indeed, she was the most innocent one here, apparently ’having done nothing,’ and yet here she stood, inexplicably apologizing to herself.
It made Nathalie appear incredibly overbearing.
And her, still the pure and innocent Ghania Quinlan!
"Tsk." Nathalie’s gaze was cold, her deep, dark eyes looking at her both cold and irritated. She turned her head, counter-questioning her, "Ghania, aren’t you tired of playing these gas for over a decade?"
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