Chapter 117: Too Little, Too Late
Murmurs spread like wildfire, weaving through the crowd as students, and parents formed small clusters, their conversations growing more animated by the second. One table, occupied by Gold Class senior students and their families, had turned into a hub of whispers and judgmental glances.
"This isn’t even surprising," one of the girls, a petite brunette named Helena, said with a disdainful curl of her lip. "Myra’s always been vile. The audacity of her to act so high and mighty—it’s catching up with her."
"Exactly," chimed in Rina, her blonde hair gleaming under the lights. She leaned closer, her voice laced with venom. "She’s not just conceited and vicious; she’s also a cheap tramp. Imagine snatching her stepsister’s boyfriend and parading him around like a prize."
The third girl at the table, a wide-eyed redhead named Isla, blinked in curiosity. "But why would Alan go for her? What could she possibly offer him that her stepsister couldn’t?"
Rina smirked, her tone dripping with mock innocence. "Oh, Isla, you’re too naïve. What else could it be? She probably slept with him before they even started dating. I wouldn’t be surprised if she begged for it."
"Rina, that’s enough," a chubby, middle-aged woman with soft brown curls interjected firmly. Her tone made Rina flinch, though the girl rolled her eyes in protest.
"Mom," Rina whined, but the older woman silenced her with a stern look.
Helena, however, was undeterred. "Mrs. Carter, with all due respect, it’s not like we’re lying. Everyone knows what Myra’s like. It’s practically common knowledge."
The murmurs grew louder as more students and parents joined the conversation. Though many whispered, their words were far from subtle, and the crowd’s collective disdain began to take a tangible shape. Myra’s name was on everyone’s lips, paired with accusations that left her fuming in the corner, her composure unraveling by the second.