Chapter 610 Be The President
The other mothers were also waiting for Cecilia to make a fool of herself. Clearly, she didn’t calcte the bnce before making such a im.
Unexpectedly, Cecilia said indifferently, “Of course.”
She pulled out a card from her bag and ced it on the table. “You can swipe the card now,” she said.
To her, over six million was no longer an astronomical figure.
The reason she didn’t wear expensive clothes or carry luxury bags was simply because she didn’t like to, not because she couldn’t afford them.
Miranda, who had nned to embarrass Cecilia today, did not expect to end up embarrassing herself.
Cecilia, a neer, generously donated over six million, while she, as the president of the parents‘ association, only managed to contribute one and a half million.
She faked a smile. “Ms. Cecilia, you’re so kind.”
When the other mothers realized that Cecilia could indeede up with such arge sum of money, the disdainful nces they had originally cast upon her began to shift.? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.
Once the gathering was over, Prisci had a private conversation with Cecilia. “Ms. Cecilia, you’re so generous. Aren’t you afraid your family might disapprove?”
“I earned all that money myself. I don’t need to ask my family’s opinion,” Cecilia said. Prisci admired Cecilia. Miranda hadn’t earned her wealth through hard work; she was born into it andter married into the affluent Rainsworth family, where money was hardly a concern. Cecilia’s story, however, was different. Prisci had read online that Cecilia’s father had passed away years ago, leaving his entire fortune to her younger brother.
Though she was married to Nathaniel, both he and his family had always looked down on her throughout their years together. It was unthinkable for them to give her any money. Now that Nathaniel had gone blind, her situation had only worsened.
“Ms. Cecilia, I’m sorry,” Prisci suddenly apologized.
Cecilia was puzzled. “Why apologize?”
“Actually, Ms. Miranda asked me to call you over,” Prisci said. “New members don’t need to contribute unless it’s specified beforehand.” She nced around at Miranda and the other members, who were busy with their tasks, then leaned in and whispered, “She just wants to make you look foolish.”
Finally, realization dawned upon Cecilia. She had been wondering why Miranda, as the president, would allow her to join the association.
“Why did you tell me the truth now?” Cecilia asked skeptically. She didn’t believe Prisci was a kind person.
Prisci sighed. “As a mother, you should know that our children are our greatest vulnerabilities. Miranda, as the president, has significant influence–not just with other parents, but also with teachers and school administrators. If she dislikes a student, she has the power to have them expelled or to turn other parents, children, and teachers against them. You might not realize it, but even the closest parking spots at school are reserved for those who have good rtions with Miranda.”
Cecilia remembered the times she picked up Jonathan and struggled to find a parking spot. Each time, the volunteers would direct her to the farthest spot, forcing her to walk several hundred meters to the school entrance.
Meanwhile, some parents‘ cars were parked only a few dozen meters away from the entrance.
“No wonder,” she mumbled.
Prisci was about to say more, but the other mothers approached, interrupting her. She joined. them in ttering Miranda before taking her leave.
Although they desired to befriend Cecilia, they were still intimidated by Miranda’s influence.
Cecilia walked out of the restaurant alone, looking at the group of mothers gathered in the distance. She was isted from the very first day. How sad will Jon be if he was also isted? No matter how clever he is, how could he possibly stand against the entire ss?
Cecilia didn’t leave. Instead, he waited until Prisci was alone, then approached her. “If I be the president of the parents‘ association, can I put an end to this unfair treatment?”