Without waiting for him to finish, I cut him off.


    "You were so sure earlier that the suspect''s guilt was confirmed, and you even demanded a confession. Why don''t you go ahead and call the police? Hurry up and get the investigation started to find the money and reduce the school''s losses. Are you now unsure of who the thief is, and you were just talking nonsense earlier?"


    "I..." Tom''s face turned red with anger. "William, don''t go too far!"


    I wasn''t going to let him off the hook this time. I wouldn''t treat him as a teacher anymore.


    "Is it me who''s going too far, or you? You''re supposed to set an example, but have you ever done anything worthy of your position?"


    "You..."


    Tom was left speechless, and he fumed with rage.


    I sneered. "What''s wrong, Mr. Parker? Don''t you want to find out who the real thief is? Why won''t you call the police? Or are you scared the truth will expose your dirty dealings?"


    Thest remark was just meant to provoke Tom, to make him understand what it felt like to be falsely used in front of everyone.


    Sure enough, Tom exploded. His face twisted with rage, and he almost charged at me. "What did you say? How dare you smear my name!"


    "If you can smear mine, why can''t I do the same to you?" I retorted coldly.


    "Well, since no one here dares to call the police, I''ll let it slide. But remember this,


    I won''t let today''s incident go. When I get home, I''ll contact Mr. Dignam and sue each and every one of you. No one''s getting away with this!"


    With that, I stepped off the podium. I grabbed Felicia''s hand and stormed out of the ssroom.


    I didn''t say a word as I dragged her along until we reached a narrow path. Felicia almost tripped on the uneven ground in her high heels and cried out. I let go of her hand, stopping to re at her.


    Under the dim streetlights, her tear-streaked face looked pitiful. However, my anger overshadowed everything, and I didn''t feel sorry for her.


    "You don''t believe me?"


    That was the question that mattered most to me.


    Felicia lowered her head in silence, then slowly raised her eyes to meet mine. She said softly, "William, it''s not toote. Let''s return the clothes we bought today. You can talk to the charity organizers and see if they''ll take back the donation. We''ll figure out a way to repay the rest of the money together. Please, don''t keep this up."


    Her words nearly made me explode from sheer anger.


    After everything, I couldn''t believe she still thought I was the one who stole the money.


    I shook my head slowly, feeling utterly disappointed.


    "Felicia, do you really think I''m such a shallow, vain person that I''d stoop to stealing? That money was meant for underprivileged students. Do you think I''m capable of something so despicable?"


    Felicia bit her lip as tears streamed down her face. "William, I know you''re not that kind of person. Maybe you just acted impulsively, but wrong is wrong. We can correct it together. I''m willing to take responsibility with you. Please, don''t keep denying it."


    I couldn''t believe it.


    At that moment, I was overwhelmed with the urge to curse at her.


    I had said everything I could, yet she still refused to believe me.


    What more could I possibly do to prove my innocence? Did I have to show her my bank bnce just to hear her exim, "Wow, William, you really are wealthy. You couldn''t have stolen the money!"


    However, that wouldn''t be genuine trust. It would merely be her epting the truth because she had no other choice.