<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1214 Sit Out</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The teacher, noticing their istion, walked over, her expression confused. “Ms. Cecilia, why are you standing here all by yourself? You should join the others and form a team.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia, however, wasn’t embarrassed. She met the teacher’s gaze calmly. “They don’t want to team up with she said inly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The teacher hesitated, unsure of what to do. She turned to the rest of the groups, addressing the other parents.</font></font>C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Some of the mothers, avoiding eye contact, pretended not to hear, while one woman spoke up, “Our Groups already full”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">anwhile, a few fathers, eager to stay in Miranda’s good graces, chimed in, “Teacher, if there’s extra eople, we don’t need them in the game, right?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Yeah, we’ye got enough participants already,” another added quickly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">One man ncing at Cecilia’s pregnant belly, gestured toward her and said, “Youdies should just sit this ope out and get some rest. Besides, you’re pregnant. It wouldn’t be safe for you to participate anyway.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Celia gave him a sharp look. “I might not be able to participate, but what about the other mothers here? They’re perfectly fine. How can you say they shouldn’t be in the game?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The man shrugged, uninterested. “It’s just a game. What does it matter if you don’t join in?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Some of the other mothers muttered in agreement. “Yeah, yeah, let’s just start already.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Off to the side. Miranda was watching the whole scene unfold, a smug smile tugging at her lips. She was enjoying every minute of Cecilia and her group being pushed aside.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The teacher, feeling stuck, suggested, “How about we add one more person to each team? That way, everyone gets to participate.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But one of the mothers shot back. “How can it work out perfectly? Cecilia’s pregnant, and anyone who teams up with her will lose for sure!”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The woman’s sharp voice rang out, and others quickly agreed with her.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia, Meredith, and the other two mothers stood out painfully as they remained alone, apart from the groups. Jonathan seemed unfazed, but the other three children were visibly upset,</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mommy Dorothy tugged on her mom’s clothes, her eyes filling with tears.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meredith, growing increasingly frustrated, sighed. “Cea, forget it. It’s just a game. Let’s just sit it out and watch them y. It’s not worth the fuss.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But Conrad was stubborn. “No, I want to y! Why can’t I join? My dad’s Zeke Turner, you know! If he finds out you’re picking on me, you’ll regret it!”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Zeke, though influential, couldn’t quitepare to the power of Orion Corporation, but Conrad clearly thought his name carried weight.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Conrad red at her. “This is all your fault. When my mom was here, no one ever treated me like this!”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meredith fell silent, struggling to respond.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nearby, Dorothy had already started crying. “Mommy, they don’t want to y with us,” she sobbed.</font></font>
Prisci, feeling helpless, did her best tofort her, but it was clear the other parents weren’t paying any attention. They were too focused on urging the teacher to start the game.
Cecilia clenched her fists at her sides, feeling an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
Jonathan, noticing his mother’s tension, squeezed her hand gently. “Mommy, it’s okay. I don’t care about these silly games anyway,” he said softly.
Cecilia, touched by his maturity, smiled at him. “Thank you, Sweetie.”
Just as the teacher was about to officially start the race, the low hum of engines interrupted the moment. Everyone turned their heads as a fleet of luxury cars pulled up not far away. The crowd watched in confusion and curiosity as the first car came to a stop.
The door opened, and Nathaniel stepped out, dressed in a tailored lugrean suit that emphasized his strikingly handsome features. His aloof, elegant demeanor caught the attention of every mother present. leaving many of them staring-
Two other men followed him out–Zachary and Darren, both well–known figures.