Chapter 3

“I have nothing to lose, anyway. All of you have forced me to a dead-end, and I won’t lose anything if any one of you gets hurt.”

I toyed with the blade absent-mindedly.

Then, I swept my gaze across the Andersons and Nina.

It was dead silent.

Everyone was terrified by my rage.

Lily screamed and shielded Dylan.

“What… What are you trying to do? Are you going to kill someone?”

Peter was shaking with anger.

“Crazy… You’ve really gone crazy! I’m going to send you to a mental asylum!”

“Mental asylum?” I sneered.

“That sounds like a great place. But before I go, let’s make this clear.”

I pointed at the stack of fake evidence on Nina’s desk with my blade.

“Ms. Lee, you claimed that I was copying Dylan’s answers. So the evidence must show that my answers are exactly the same as his, right?”

Nina gulped and pretended to put up a strong front.

“That’s right! Isn’t that enough?”

“In that case, humor me. The examination papers are still being kept at the education ministry. How would you know what my answers are?

“Do you have laser vision? Or…”

I paused and stared at them in fury.

“Did you conspire with Dylan to create the fake cheat sheets and frame me?”

Nina paled. Her eyes flickered.

“Nonsense! I found these in your desk drawer!”

“Desk?” I snorted.

“A day before the examination, the classroom was already cleared out. It had to be repurposed as an examination hall. No one was allowed to bring any papers in.

“Did the cheat sheets appear out of thin air?

“Besides, since you said I was copying Dylan’s answers, that would lean on the fact that… Dylan had to be writing all the right answers.”

Dylan’s heart skipped a beat. He looked uncomfortable.

He pretended to be calm as he asked with a dark expression.

“Brooklyn, what are you implying?

“Everyone knows how well I usually score. I also did well in this examination…”

“Is that so?”

I tossed the blade aside and took out my phone.

“Since you’re so certain that I cheated, then let’s request that our examination papers be marked first.

“I’m also very curious about the two identical papers. What would they look like?”

“Marked? Where do you have the right to make such demands?” Peter roared.

“We shouldn’t be embarrassing ourselves further! Don’t you feel this is humiliating enough?

“As long as you admit your mistake, drop out, and leave the country, I can still cover this up from the local news.

“But if you dare to blow this up, I’ll make sure your life is a living hell in this city!”

It was the same threat again.

They had blackmailed me in order to protect Dylan’s reputation.

Unfortunately for them, I was no longer an easy target to be bullied.

“Too late for that. I’ve already made a police report and informed the media.”

I shook my phone to show them the livestream that I had started.

“Everyone, did you manage to see that? This is the wealthiest family in this city, the Anderson family.

“The actual son has been framed and accused of cheating. His biological parents are forcing him into a dead-end without looking into the matter. This is going to be an interesting case, everyone, come watch it!”

More and more people started tuning into the livestream.

The comments started coming in.

[Oh my God! This is so dramatic!]

[These parents are so unfair! They’re not even looking into the papers?]

[I love this son of theirs! He’s so brave!]

[The adopted son looks like a poser. I bet he’s rotten.]

When he saw that, Peter almost fainted from anger. He rushed forward and wanted to snatch my phone.

“Turn this off! Turn this off!”

I evaded him and continued talking to the camera.

“Ms. Lee, since you’re so confident that I cheated, do you dare recount how I cheated in front of the entire internet?”

Nina had no choice but to act in front of a live audience.

Facing the camera, she forced herself to lie.

“If you were honest about this, you wouldn’t be afraid of this!

“Brooklyn has always scored badly, and Dylan’s a top student. Do we even need to look into this any further?

“Their papers were completely identical. Of course, the poorer student would always copy the better one!”

Dylan still kept up his generous act. He sighed at the camera.

“Don’t blame Brooklyn, everyone. He just made a mistake… I don’t blame him.”

At the same time, there was a commotion outside the office.

A few uniformed policemen and a few middle-aged men with emblems on their shirts walked in.

The leading middle-aged man, John Smith, looked serious and regal.

“I’m the examination inspection team leader of the education ministry.

“I’ve received a report that someone’s been suspected of cheating and setting up another student as the scapegoat.

“Who’s Brooklyn Anderson?”