Chapter 640 The Tables Turn

Ms. Laurie tore open a bag of freeze-dried jackfruit as she casually answered, “Yeah, I had her run a small experiment for me, then asked her to write a reflection on it.”

She tossed the vice principal a bland, professional smile. “First time mentoring a student. Gotta find someone to practice on, right?”

The vice principal stood there with his mouth half-open, unsure how to respond.

Ms. Laurie glanced at Yunice again and added, “Come on over. Don’t get in the way of the vice principal resolving your little class conflict.”

She gave the vice principal another half-hearted smile as she chewed.

Yunice looked at him uncertainly, then slowly made her way to Ms. Laurie’s side.

That was when Wendy, who had been glaring the whole time, finally snapped. She grabbed Yunice and cried out, “Vice Principal! Who even is this Ms. Laurie? Why should we believe anything she says? Does she have any proof?”

Still lounging at her desk, Ms. Laurie popped another piece of jackfruit into her mouth, crossed her legs, and leaned back as if this whole affair was mildly amusing.

“What’s even going on here?” she asked, chewing.

Wendy stood her ground. “I don’t care who you are – you’re lying! Yunice was with Mr. Tommy this afternoon!”

The vice principal tugged at her sleeve, trying to signal her to stop.

But before the tension could thicken, Tommy spoke up. “That’s not true. I was with Wendy this afternoon! She locked me in the supply room and drugged me!”

Ms. Laurie glanced up and down at Wendy while chewing.

She looked at each of them in turn, like she was at a produce stand. “So… Wendy says Yunice was with Mr. Tommy.”

Then at Tommy: “And you say Wendy was the one with you.”

She chuckled. “This much drama over something so small?”

She kept chewing and asked Wendy, “So where were you this afternoon?”

“Me?” Wendy hadn’t expected the tables to turn. She yanked her bestie Brynn over. “I was with my best friend! She can vouch for me!”

Ms. Laurie spun slightly in her chair. “Didn’t you say Yunice kicked you and injured you badly? So you spent the afternoon in the infirmary with your bestie, huh?”

Wendy didn’t get it, but eager to prove her alibi, she nodded confidently.

Ms. Laurie smiled. “That’s just your word. Why not check the security footage? That’d be more convincing, don’t you think, Vice Principal?”

The vice principal froze for a beat, trying to read her intentions.

Wendy frowned. Why is my uncle acting so cautious around this woman? Who the hell is she?

Reluctantly, the vice principal pulled up the infirmary footage in front of everyone.

The footage showed both Yunice and Wendy stopping by the infirmary during break. But as the vice principal tried to skip ahead by dragging the progress bar forward two hours…

Yunice suddenly reached out and pressed down on his hand. “Wait!”

She stared at the paused frame, eyes narrowing. Then she turned slowly to Brynn, her tone confused. “So… it was you who took my phone? Why would you do that?”

Brynn flushed bright red. She took a step forward and saw clearly on the screen: her hand, reaching into Yunice’s bag and taking her phone.

She turned in panic to Wendy – but Wendy looked away, refusing to meet her eyes.

She wasn’t going to cover for her.

Ms. Laurie mused, “So, Wendy, your friend likes taking people’s stuff without asking, huh?”

She glanced at Yunice. “That’s the newest Huawei, right? Even used, that’s gotta be worth eight, nine thousand. Definitely enough for a criminal case.”

Brynn trembled, eyes pleading with Wendy for help.

Wendy said awkwardly, “Brynn just made a mistake. We’re all classmates – there’s no need to call the cops over something small. It’s not like she wasn’t going to give it back…”

“So you think stealing someone’s property is fine?” Yunice snapped. “No wonder you all accused me earlier, saying I didn’t answer the phone because I was guilty. You’d already set a trap for me to fall into!”

“Good thing I ran into Ms. Laurie. Without her, no one could’ve proven I had an alibi, and I’d be stuck with Mr. Tommy, smeared beyond repair!”

The students watching began murmuring.

“She knew her friend stole the phone, then tried to call Yunice – how was Yunice supposed to answer?”

“Exactly. Why steal someone’s phone in the first place?”

Wendy, sensing her defense unraveling, pointed at her own nose. “Then how do you explain this injury? You think I did it to myself?”

Yunice stared at her calmly. “Who knows? Maybe you did something shady and ran off in a panic… smacked right into a wall?”