She Said I Wouldn’t Finish Middle School, I Just Became the Principal Who Rejected Her Daughter Chapter 05

She Said I Wouldn’t Finish Middle School, I Just Became the Principal Who Rejected Her Daughter Chapter 05

“Evelyn Hart, have you lost your mind?” 

Margaret shot to her feet and jabbed a finger at 

1. me. 

“This hearing is about the MIT nomination. Stop dragging up ancient nonsense that has nothing to 

do with this.” 

“What do those ridiculous stories have to do with 

me?” 

I let out a cold laugh, picked up the remote on the 

table, and turned on the projector behind me. 

The screen lit up, and a yellowed photograph 

appeared before everyone. 

In the photo was the messy corner of a 

classroom. 

A thin little girl sat with her head lowered. Beside 

her was a green trash can that looked filthy even 

through the faded photo. 

Her desk was stuffed with used menstrual pads 

and dirty wads of paper. 

“Ms. Margaret Whitman, you aren’t just blind to the 

truth. You also have a very convenient memory.” 

I looked at her and spoke each word clearly. 

“Eighteen years ago. Third Street Elementary 

School. Room 5B.” 

“The girl you pointed at and blamed for being 

bullied was named Evie Hart.” 

“After that, my mother worked herself half to 

death to get me away from you. She transferred. 

me to another school and changed my name.” 

I pointed at my own face. 

“I was that girl you dumped in the seat beside the 

trash can.” 

The entire auditorium erupted. 

The oversight panel chair sat up sharply. 

Every reporter’s camera instantly turned toward 

Margaret. 

Margaret’s face went deathly pale, and her lips 

trembled hard. 

At last, on my grown face, she recognized the poor 

little girl she had once treated like dirt. 

“You… It was you…” 

She stumbled back and hit the chair behind her, 

but I gave her no chance to catch her breath. 

I pressed the remote again. 

A medical report from City General Hospital 

appeared on the screen, along with a 

police–stamped settlement agreement. 

“Everyone, look carefully.” 

“This is the severe depression diagnosis for 

Hannah Parker, the former class president in 

Chloe’s sophomore class.” 

“Just because Hannah got more votes than Chloe 

in a student–run beauty poll, Chloe turned the girls 

in her class against her.” 

“She cut up Hannah’s clothes, threw her textbooks 

into the girls‘ bathroom, and even spat into her 

water bottle.” 

A sharp gasp ran through the parents below the 

stage. 

“Because Chloe was Margaret Whitman’s 

granddaughter, Vice Principal Carter stepped in 

personally. He pressured and bribed Hannah’s. 

parents into signing a settlement agreement, then 

forced Hannah to transfer schools.” 

Daniel’s face turned white. He jumped to his feet 

and shouted. 

“Evelyn Hart, this is slander. Turn off the projector. Security, turn it off now.” 

Several security guards had just started toward 

the stage when I grabbed the glass on the table 

and smashed it at Daniel’s feet. 

With a sharp crack, glass shards scattered around 

his shoes and pant legs. 

“I’d like to see anyone try.” 

My voice cut through the room as my gaze swept 

over the crowd. 

“This is a hearing. You were the ones who 

demanded a public review. What happened? Now 

you’re afraid to look?” 

I pressed the remote again. 

A surveillance video appeared on the screen. 

The footage was a little blurry, but the school 

laboratory was still clearly visible. 

Late at night, a girl in an expensive tailored school 

blazer slipped into the lab with a hammer in her 

hand. 

She smashed an extremely complex physics 

model on the table until it was nothing but scrap. 

When the girl turned her face, the camera caught 

Chloe’s expression clearly. 

Her face was twisted with jealousy and malice. 

“This was the night before the National Physics 

Olympiad in eleventh grade.” 

“Noah Brooks spent three months building that 

competition prototype, and Chloe Carter smashed 

it to pieces.” 

“All because he had scored one point higher than 

her on the previous practice test.” 

I turned and looked at Chloe, who was already 

shaking all over. 

“Chloe Carter, this surveillance footage was. 

deleted overnight by Daniel Carter.” 

“But you may not know this. I was the one who 

hired the company that installed the school’s 

security system.” 

“Every deleted record has a cloud backup.” 

“So this is what you meant when you said you 

could never lose to trash?” 

“This is the outstanding student with talent and 

character that the entire faculty endorsed?” 

The auditorium exploded. 

Parent representatives rose to their feet in fury. 

“That’s vicious. Is she even a student? That’s 

criminal.” 

“How could someone like her deserve an MIT 

nomination?” 

“Investigate this. Investigate all of it.” 

Chloe screamed, covered her face, and crouched 

on the floor. 

Margaret rushed to the front of the stage in a rage and jabbed a finger at me. 

“Evelyn Hart, this is deliberate revenge. You forged 

this evidence. I’ll sue you and have you sent to 

prison.” 

“Revenge?” 

I looked down at her from the stage. 

“You think this is over? Margaret Whitman, the real 

show has only just begun.”