Reborn: Deal with the "Innocent" Teacher

I grabbed her by the collar and pulled her close, glaring at her with venom. "Do you know that giving random medicine can kill someone? Do you expect me to watch Ethan die because of you?"Yvonne went pale; her lips trembled as she mumbled, "Well, I panicked! I was scared something would happen to Ethan. And ambulances can't arrive fast enough."Whenever trouble came, she either froze or washed her hands entirely of responsibility. She had rifled through medicines when Ethan went into his attack and caused him to lose consciousness, yet she accused me of not shoving more drugs down his throat.When kids brawled and needed mediation, she'd claim she couldn't make the call and send them home to "work it out". She always schemed her way out of routine drills and tests and called it keeping the teachers' average score up. Every time she made a mess, I was the one left to clean it up.Brian turned grimmer by the second when he saw me bearing down on her; he stepped between us. "If you'd

We had planned to wait until Ethan's surgery was over before leaving, but his mother shoved us out. No sooner had we reached the hospital gates than a pack of reporters swarmed toward us with cameras and microphones. Brian immediately yanked off his jacket and covered Yvonne's head."You're teachers who responded quickly with first aid, right? Otherwise, the child would have died—we'd like to interview your school about teacher training as an example."Hearing that it was an interview, Yvonne instantly revealed her face and announced to the cameras, proud and confident, "You've got the wrong person—I'm the teacher who gave the child the medicine and saved him."All the lenses trained on her as she spoke like a model of composure. "As teachers, we must spot a child's abnormal signs right away and perform the appropriate emergency aid…"I slipped out of the crowd; I couldn't stand to listen to her fabricated lies. The most important thing now was to get back to school and calm the st

When I arrived at work the next morning, a crowd of parents had gathered at the school gates and had practically surrounded the whole place. As soon as they saw me, a group of them pressed forward and thrust the gifts in their hands toward me."Miss Solano, we're so sorry. We overreacted yesterday—we were just so worried about the kids and accidentally hurt you.""Don't worry, we won't let you lose your job. We're going to wait right here for Keller to come and give us an explanation."I refused their gifts one by one and told them I understood how they felt. They cleared a path for me, and I squeezed through.No sooner had I sat down than the colleague who had called me to the office the previous day couldn't help but gripe. "What's the deal with this Yvonne? Both principals are bending over backward to protect her. All those parents out front are probably wasting their time—Yvonne called in sick today, said her depression flared up, and took the day off."I snorted and said, "Oh

His face twisted with rage as he pressed a towel hard over my mouth and nose. "You've only got yourself to blame for being too smart, Jasmine. If you'd just admitted the guilt like we told you to, things wouldn't have come to this. Yvonne's health has always been fragile—unless you're gone for good, she'll never have peace of mind. We'll all be grateful to you for it."The towel stole my breath, and with the dust choking my nostrils, I inhaled even more of it. The lack of oxygen sent waves of darkness crashing over me. Out of sheer survival instinct, I snatched up a shard of broken glass and drove it deep into his hand.He cried out in pain and flung me aside, but in doing so, he inhaled a lungful of dust. His face turned ashen, his asthma kicked in, and he broke into violent coughing fits. Tears welled at the corners of his eyes as he fumbled for his inhaler but couldn't open it. "Jasmine… help me," he rasped.I stood and kicked the inhaler out of his hand, sending it rolling int