She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 335

“I… I…” Cyrilla was colorless, her lips trembling like a dead leaf in the wind as her body shook uncontrollably. She stared at her own foolish, chaotic draft on the screen, then at the “perfect” exam answer beside it. The shame of being exposed in front of everyone finally broke her.

Two of Cyrilla’s friends in the audience were now being grilled by their classmates, their faces twisting in discomfort. Everyone in their class knew that Cyrilla and these two girls had initially been tutored by Loyce.

One of the girls snapped defensively, “How was I supposed to know that Loyce was actually brilliant? Cyrilla told me she failed high school and was a terrible teacher! She said Loyce only took the job to get close to her boyfriend at the Shapiro family and was fired after he found out. That’s why we switched to Hallie.”

The other girl added, “To be honest, I didn’t think Hallie’s teaching was that great either. She’s obviously very smart, but she always explains things in this deliberately obscure way. My score on this exam barely improved at all.”

“Alright, everyone, quiet down.”

Clayton spoke again, his stern voice commanding the room. “The purpose of this public examination and questioning was to prove that no teacher at Victory High School has colluded with students, accepted bribes from the wealthy, or provided answers. After this live verification, Giselle’s exam results are confirmed to be authentic and valid. The complaint letter sent to the Board of Education by Cyrilla is entirely false. Furthermore, her actions today—publicly conspiring with an outside teacher and maliciously framing a classmate out of jealousy and a desire to cheat—are a disgrace to our school’s principles. I am issuing Cyrilla a major demerit on her record. She will also issue a public apology to Giselle and Loyce.”

Normally, Clayton would have expelled Cyrilla on the spot, but he was mindful of the Shapiro family’s influence. With the old patriarch of the Shapiro family backing her, he had to show some deference. A lesser punishment that cleared Loyce and Giselle’s names was the most he could do.

The looks from the students were enough to make Cyrilla feel like she could never show her face there again. She was so weak she could barely stand up from her chair. After mumbling a forced apology to Giselle, she staggered towards the edge of the stage. Overwhelmed by the shock and humiliation, her foot slipped, and she tumbled forward.

A gasp went through the crowd.

Just as Cyrilla fell, a strong, steady arm caught her with precision.

Through blurry eyes, she recognized the cold, impossibly handsome face and whispered, “Lucian.”

Lucian set her steady. Seeing her devastated state, he turned, took the jacket hanging on Robert’s arm, and draped it over her head before glancing back.

Cyrilla felt a wave of security wash over her. “Lucian,” she trembled, “I can’t walk.”

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