When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him Novel

Chapter 758 Not A Saint

Dorothy was making a fuss, pleading with her mother to take her back to kindergarten so she could study with Jonathan..

Priscilla, casting aside any concern for her dignity, squatted down in Cecilia and Helen’s presence, placing both hands on her daughter’s shoulders as she cried out, “I told you you’ve been expelled, so you can’t go to kindergarten anymore. If you keep this up, I’m going to have to punish you!”

Dorothy was instantly reduced to tears out of fear.

Cecilia and Helen couldn’t stand the way Priscilla was treating Dorothy.

However, they all knew well that Dorothy’s expulsion was entirely due to her mother.

She was buttering up both Cecilia and Miranda, but now neither of them wanted anything to do with her.

As Dorothy sobbed uncontrollably, Priscilla, to everyone’s shock, raised her hand and slapped her, making her cry even harder. “Go on, cry,” she hissed. “Cry your heart out!”

It seemed like she was putting on a show for Cecilia and Helen, who could barely stand watching any longer.

Helen stepped forward to stop her from hitting the child. “Priscilla, she’s too young to know any better. Calm down.”

Having finally drawn their attention, Priscilla turned to the two women. “You have no idea,” she began. “Dorothy was such a well–behaved child in kindergarten. I was shocked when she was expelled. All she ever wanted was to see Jonathan, pestering me about it every day at home. It was driving me crazy.”

Through her sobs, Dorothy whimpered, “Jonathan is the best. I like Jonathan…”

Her tears were genuine, not a performance.

After watching quietly for a moment, Cecilia finally asked, “Why was Dorothy suddenly expelled from school?”

Priscilla sighed. “It’s all my fault for offending Miranda. Just one word from Miranda got her expelled.”

Miranda, upset that her son was bullied, knew she was no match for Cecilia. Hence, she could only vent her frustration on someone else.

Helen was furious. “How could she do that?”

Everyone knew that Tudela International Preschool was one of the most prestigious in the city, notoriously difficult to get into. The children who attended were invariably from affluent or noble families. For them, preschool was about more than just education–it was also about forming connections with influential and powerful people from an early age.

Additionally, at social gatherings, the mothers could help their husband networking and securing valuable partnerships.

“It can’t be helped. My husband is simply useless,” said Priscilla pitifully.

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Cecilia knew this was merely a ploy to gain her sympathy and help, but she wasn’t one to play the saint.

“Honestly, kindergarten education doesn’t have a huge impact on a child’s future,” Cecilia said. “As a mother, you might want to consider transferring her early, so she can adapt to a different environment sooner.”

Priscilla had always thought of Cecilia as soft–hearted, someone who was always ready to lend a hand to those in need–like when she handled Helen’s parking issue without hesitation.

Priscilla had also heard that Helen’s husband’s company now had a backer, which was likely due to Cecilia’s help.

When Cecilia suggested transferring her child to a different school, Priscilla quickly pleaded, “Ms. Cecilia, could you possibly help get Dorothy re–enrolled? I would be forever grateful.”

She then tugged at her daughter’s arm. “Dorothy, thank Ms. Cecilia. With just one word from her. you’ll be able to see Jonathan.”

Dorothy was genuinely fond of Jonathan. Hearing that, she turned to look at Cecilia, her eyes sparkling. “Ms. Cecilia, could you let me see Jonathan?”

Cecilia didn’t respond. Instead, she turned to Priscilla. “If I were to help your child return to school, what could you offer me in return?”

Priscilla hesitated.

Cecilia said with a no–nonsense demeanor, “I only help those who can help me.”