<b>Chapter </b><b>892 </b>What’s the Truth


    <b>“</b>Hold on.”


    Just as Wynter was about to leave, Leanne stopped her, only to ce a bank card in her hand. “Youngdy, I don’t know exactly what you do.


    “I’ve heard others talk about you being a CEO, but you look like awyer to me. Dulcle’s case needs a lot


    of money.


    “I never epted thepensation the school offered,” Leanne continued in tears. “I can’t ept the fact that Dulcie left us just like that.


    “The school thought I was the dismissive type, so they kepting to me. I never signed anything, nor


    did Budd<b>.</b>


    “There isn’t much money in the card, but please take it. I- I can’t let my daughter die without knowing why.


    I need to know what she went through before she died.


    “They told me that Dulcie was depressed and that she had been visiting the psychologist at school.


    “I know Dulcie best. She was a cheerful and bright girl, so even if she were down in the dumps, she


    wouldn’t have disappeared just like that.


    “Before going to school, she told me that she was looking forward to my home–baked birthday cake the uing week. But she never made it back.


    “She went to school, which should have been the safest ce for her to be. How could she not have


    made it back?”


    Leanne’s cries were heart–wrenching. Her cries were filled with despair and confusion. Her words would.


    resonate with any parent.


    Yes, shouldn’t a school be the safest ce for a student to be? How could there be such a mishap?


    What if they were in Leanne’s shoes? What if one day their child, like Dulcie, took their life at school? They couldn’t imagine such a dreadful scenario!


    The staff who had initiallye forth to apologize in fear were deeply ashamed of their inhumane words and actions. They hadn’t truly understood the situation of the Wilson family.


    The <b>instructions </b>they received were to downy the impact of the incident. Someone they were familiar


    with had called them about the incident after all.


    They were informed that the incident was attributed to thepetitive nature between students and high academic pressure.


    Plus, students from small towns were known to have behavioral issues. They were poprly recognized for their poor stress–coping abilities. Their task was to urge parents to be more attentive to their


    children’s mental state.


    It wasn’t surprising that they’d assume Dulcie of having done something shameful driven by pure <b>vanity</b>.


    Perhaps she <b>had </b>jumped off the building after feeling humiliated.


    They had even read <b>a </b>post online that hinted at Dulcle having an abortion. That was why they had jumped to conclusions without a second thought. But then, they realized how terribly wrong they had been.


    Each of them rushed to Wynter, offering to help.


    Jone dragged Kate down the stairs as he questioned with reddened eyes, “What’s actually going on? What have you been doing at school every day?”


    Kate shifted her gaze away guiltily. Kate heard cries from upstairs. This caused her attitude to soften as she muttered, “Just making friends, Dad. Didn’t you tell me that the Wilson family <b>is </b>poor? I’m just doing what you did<b>, </b><b>I</b>…”


    “Among your friends, is there anyone you wouldn’t dare to offend?”


    It was Wynter. Seeing the Ashmore father–daughter duoe down the stairs<b>, </b>she approached with a powerful figure trailing behind her, Dalton.Ccontent ? exclusive by N?/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    For some reason, Kate feared Wynter. She shook her head without saying a word.


    “Is that so? Who’s this girl in the picture then? It looks like everyone admires and looks up to her.” Wynter flipped her phone open and pointed to a picture on Kate’s Facebook page.