âThe original intention of performing surgery on Aunt Charisa was also to hope that she could get better, right?â
âYouâre not wrong. Those who think youâre wrong are the ones who donât understand the situation at all.
You donât need to pay attention to them.â
Cherise pursed her lips. In fact, she comprehended the rationale behind Lucyâs words. Damien had reiterated it to her numerous times before.
She had used these words over the past five years to admonish herself.
Yet, the prospect of unveiling her scars before a multitude filled her with dread.
Words wield immense power.
She dreaded being pointed at and whispered about wherever she went, and she recoiled at the thought of enduring the gossip that would follow every job change.
Nevertheless, it seemed there was no alternative but to confront it.
âAlright, where thereâs a will, thereâs a way.â
Lucy, seated beside Cherise, added, âBesides, you still have Damien by your side!â
Cherise remained silent, her lips tightly pressed together.
Initially, Cherise believed that by staying home, she could shield herself from the repercussions echoing outside.
Yet, on the second day of the ordeal, she received an alarming call from her sonâs kindergarten teacher at noon.âMrs. Lenoir, you may need to come to the kindergarten.â
âYour son, Soren, hit two children today, and now the parents are demanding compensationâ¦â
At that moment, Cherise was at home meticulously organizing the evidence to refute the plagiarism accusations. When the phone call shattered the silence of her concentration, she leaped from her chair in a sudden jolt of panic. âHow could this happen!?â
Soren, typically known for his prudence and thoughtfulness, did not resort to physical confrontation.
How could he possibly have struck another child?
âTeacher, is there a misunderstanding? How could Soren hit someone?â
âI assure you, thereâs no mistake. Soren indeed struck the child.â
The teacherâs tone grew impatient. âMrs. Lenoir, donât presume others lack professional integrity as you do.â
âIf you can plagiarize papers, whoâs to say your sonâs moral fiber isnât tainted?â
Before Cherise could respond, the teacher abruptly ended the call.
Cherise was trembling with the phone in her hand.
Raising her gaze, she found herself momentarily blinded by the brilliance of the midday sun, its radiance too intense for her eyes to bear.
After steadying her breath deeply, she regained her composure, swiftly changed her attire, and stepped out of the house.
As Cherise made her way from the hospital entrance to Sorenâs location, she wore a hat and mask to conceal her identity. Despite her disguise, she couldnât escape the whispers of passersby along the corridors.
âHey, I used to admire her, but I didnât expect her to be a thief!â
âWell, you have no taste. I knew from when she openly admitted that she had no medical ethics over a month ago that this woman could do anything without moral boundaries!â
âWhat a shame⦠I used to envy the president of Lenoir Group for finding such a good woman as his wife. But now it seemsâ¦â
âHahaha, do you think Damien intended to divorce her after this scandal broke out?â
Cherise maintained her silence.
As she overheard the cruel remarks echoing around her, each comment felt like a blade piercing Cheriseâs heart.
She clenched her fists as she hastened toward the designated floor.
âWhy isnât she here yet!?â
Upon reaching the floor, Cherise overheard a woman scolding her son. âYou brat, is your mom too scared to come?â
Defiantly, Soren retorted, âMy mom will definitely come if she says so!â