Mrs. Winters was clearly not someone to be trifled with. After the grilling they’d just received from Penelope, the faculty members felt their headaches intensifying with this new arrival.
“Mrs. Winters, please, calm down. Let’s get the facts straight first,” the counselor pleaded.
“What is there to say? My son already told me everything! Someone stole his laptop, refused to give it back, and then beat him up! Whose kid is this? If you’re too poor to afford a computer, get a job! Why steal from others? Have you no shame?”
As her rant continued, Mrs. Winters’s eyes landed on Timothy. “Was it you, boy?”
Timothy simply rolled his eyes at her.
“Hey! Don’t you glare at me! It looks like I’ll have to teach you the lesson your parents clearly failed to!” With that, Mrs. Winters raised her hand to strike him.
Penelope instantly stepped between them. “His parent is right here. Do you want to try me instead?”
Only then did Mrs. Winters seem to notice Penelope. “Huh? What are you doing here?”
Just then, a breathless Rebecca arrived, freezing at the chaotic scene in the office.
“What’s going on?”
“Sis!” Colin ran over to her. “That MacBook you bought me—he stole it! He won’t admit it, and now he’s called his sister to back him up, claiming she bought it for him! As if they could afford it!”
Rebecca’s eyes met Penelope’s, catching the flicker of mockery in them. She immediately shook her head at Colin.
“Don’t talk like that. It’s rude.”
“Why should I be polite to paupers like them?”
“Colin!”

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