Chapter 110
Upon hearing Keen’s words, instead of thinking he was being unreasonable, everyone looked at him with sympathetic eyes.
Their glances toward Stella, however, were much more nuanced.
If her own son wouldn’t choose his mom, it spoke volumes about her as a mother.
It was evident that perhaps she had been too indulgent with her child.
The teacher responsible for Keen let out a soft sigh.
“From the moment little Keen transferred to our kindergarten this semester, I thought…”
The teacher looked at Stella, her words fading away. Although Keen had provided his mother’s contact details, Stella had never shown up.
The teacher then looked at Rachel. It was Ms. Pearce who had handled Keen’s enrollment, and she attended the parent-child events at the kindergarten. Ms. Pearce had even picked Keen up several times.
The teacher had assumed this woman was Keen’s mother.
Reflecting on Stella’s earlier attitude, the teacher thought Stella was incredibly irresponsible.
In her heart, she started to believe that Stella was one of those women who married into wealth, spending her days shopping, playing cards, and indulging in spa treatments, while neglecting her child.
Stella remained silent, yet she bore the weight of everyone’s disapproval. Rachel’s eyes gleamed with quiet satisfaction as she watched.
Just then, a small voice suddenly spoke up. “Stella, you’re here.”
Stella lowered her gaze and looked at Marvin, who was hidden behind the crowd, her cool, calm eyes softening.
She knelt down to Marvin’s level and gently asked, “Marvin, are you alright?”
The moment Marvin saw Stella, his eyes turned red. “Stella, I’m okay,” he said, lowering his head like a child caught in mischief. “I’m sorry, I… I hit Keen.”
Marvin cleaned his tears. As he lifted his arm, his sleeve slipped down, revealing several old scratches on his arm.
Stella’s eyes narrowed, and she suddenly grasped Marvin’s arm. “Marvin, what happened to your arm?”
A flicker of panic crossed Marvin’s eyes, and he instinctively hid his arm behind his back, his gaze darting around. “Stella, it’s nothing… I just accidentally scratched myself…”
Stella’s expression grew stern. “Marvin, let me see.”
Marvin hesitated for a few seconds, but under Stella’s insistent gaze, he finally extended his arm.
Stella rolled up Marvin’s sleeve, revealing a network of crisscrossed scratches on his arm, shocking everyone present.
The teachers gasped. If Marvin had been hurt at kindergarten, they would all bear some responsibility if they couldn’t find out why.
After examining Marvin’s injuries, Stella asked, “How did this happen?”
Marvin avoided Stella’s eyes, murmuring, “I just wasn’t careful…”
“Marvin, tell me the truth.”
Marvin’s lips parted slightly, as if he were about to speak-but in the end, he just dropped his gaze in silence.
Stella spoke soothingly, “Marvin, don’t you trust me?”
With Stella’s gentle encouragement, Marvin finally raised his head. He took a
deep breath and glanced at Keen.
“Stella, it was Keen.”
Everyone was stunned.
Keen’s eyes widened in anger. “You’re lying, it wasn’t me! You hit me first, lots of kids saw it!”