Leanne’s video played on the big screen for everyone to see.
Niki did glance in Raffy’s direction, but it wasn’t clear what she was looking at.
Watching the video, Niki frowned, her hands clenched tightly in her lap.
She knew she hadn’t been looking at Raffy’s test at all—it was just the clock on the wall behind him.
Jarvis’s gaze lingered on Niki, then he stood up. “I don’t believe she cheated.”
Leanne spotted the young boy rising to speak and scoffed, “Do you even know her? You’re so sure she didn’t cheat—let’s wait for the judges, shall we? Who are you to spout off before they’ve even made a decision?”
Jarvis’s brow furrowed; he thought this old woman was being completely unreasonable.
He spoke up, “Then let’s wait for the judges’ verdict. But if Monica didn’t cheat, you owe her a public apology.”
Leanne felt absolutely certain of her accusation. Folding her arms, she tilted her chin up. “And who gave you the right to tell me what to do?”
Jarvis replied, “So, you’re brave enough to accuse someone of cheating, but not brave enough to face the consequences if you’re wrong?”
Leanne scoffed, “And since when do I need a lecture from you? Fine—if I’m wrong about Monica, I’ll apologize to her in front of everyone.”
A scrappy little kid, daring to lecture her in public—already playing the hero for a girl at his age.
Down in the audience, Millie watched the scene unfold on stage.
She turned to Alexander. “Alex, hasn’t Niki always had lower grades than Raffy?”
Alexander gave a cool, noncommittal answer. “I’m not sure.”
Millie blinked, thrown by his lack of certainty.
She frowned. “From what I’ve seen, Niki’s always been a step behind Raffy, and Raffy’s always been top of the class.”
“In a situation like this, it’s not so surprising if Niki wanted to get ahead by copying her brother’s answers. Based on that video, she clearly glanced at Raffy’s paper.”
Millie offered a solution: “But kids this age are sensitive. Maybe we should tell the organizers it was just a misunderstanding, so Niki doesn’t get her feelings hurt.”
“If she did something wrong, her parents can deal with it privately. There’s no need to humiliate her in front of everyone…”
Millie wanted to hammer the final nail, to brand Niki with the shame of cheating—never mind that she was only five years old.
Millie pressed on, “I’m just trying to protect your daughter’s reputation. If they investigate and find out she cheated—well, Niki’s never been a strong student.”
“You’re really willing to risk your daughter’s reputation for an answer you don’t even know yet?”
She took a deep breath, her anger evident. “It’s a pity for Niki to have a mother like you.”
“Alex, if Niki keeps this up, it’ll affect her in the long run. What do you think is the right thing to do?”
She was certain she was protecting Niki—doing what was best for her.
Alexander’s gaze settled on Danielle’s face, his eyes dark and thoughtful.
After a long pause, he spoke slowly, “Let’s handle it as she said.”
“Alex—” Millie’s brows drew together. “You can’t just let this slide. For a child, something like this can have huge consequences.”
Hundreds of eyes from the audience were fixed on them now, waiting for a verdict.
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