Chapter 462 Impersonation
After the disaster, the school turned into a ghost town. Only those who were there knew what really went down. I used to listen to Brad, but maybe even he didn't have the full picture.
Yosef once said, "It was pouring that day. After his lecture, Brad stood by the window, watching us finish our assignments. He saw the hillside was shaky and told us to run. But home was far, and the mudslide was coming fast. We might've been buried before we even got close. Without missing a beat, Brad had us move our desks to the corners and stand on them. He then used the lectern to block the window nearest to the corner."
He went on, "I was chubby and slow, and I tripped while climbing up. By then, the mudslide was already crashing through other windows, and I was about to be buried. Brad saw me and threw me onto a desk, but he got hit on the head by a falling desk and was knocked out. Brad saved me. I wanted to thank him, but my mom took me home to recover. When I got better and went to find Brad, he was gone. Can you take me to see Brad? I want to thank him for saving my life. I also want to learn painting from him. Our teacher said he's a great artist."
Yosef looked up, his eyes full of sincere pleading and deep admiration.
Brad never told me about saving Yosef or getting knocked out.
I get why Brad didn't tell me. He probably didn't tell his family either. He didn't want us to worry.
That was Brad.
He was always like that. No matter how tough things got, he never talked about it because he didn't want recognition; he just did what he thought was right. Growing up, he always took care of me without asking for anything in return. He quietly did everything he thought was necessary.
I couldn't help but think back to those events. I felt so lucky the mudslide wasn't worse. Otherwise, I might've lost Brad, and those innocent kids might not have made it.
The more I thought about it, the more something felt off, like a piece of the puzzle was missing.
Yosef didn't mention Jenny at all. What was she doing when the mudslide hit? Did she save Brad when he was knocked out? How did she manage to save him, but why didn't Yosef say anything about it?
Or maybe Jenny never saved Brad at all.
I was shocked by my own thoughts.
Now, Brad and I were caught in a storm of ingratitude and intentional torment, framing our benefactor. The public only made things worse with their opinions and comments, painting us as the bad guys.Yet no one bothered to check if the whole life-saving story was true or if there were any doubts that got overlooked.
If Jenny didn't save Brad, how did we end up dealing with everything that came after? What were those online critics thinking when they tore us apart in the name of "justice"?
I was waiting for that moment of clarity.
Even though I had my doubts about Jenny saving Brad, it was hard to question what Brad himself had confirmed. I couldn't let my uncertainties put Brad in a tough spot, so I had to keep my suspicions to myself.
But now, hearing Yosef's story, I couldn't help but wonder again if Jenny really saved Brad and if there was something we were missing.
After all, when Brad was out cold, only Jenny and those kids knew what went down.
"Wasn't there a woman? What was she doing when the mudslide hit? Brad was knocked out; she saved Brad, right?" Despite my doubts, I didn't want to mislead Yosef. I just wanted the truth.
I felt like this truth was the key to getting Brad and me out of this mess.
Unexpectedly, my questions seemed to rile Yosef up. His little hands waved around, and his round face twisted with anger. "No, she didn't save Brad."
Just mentioning Jenny clearly ticked Yosef off, showing he had some strong negative feelings toward her.
"Alright, don't get upset. Take your time," I said, taking Yosef's hand and letting him sit beside me, gently encouraging him to speak slowly and not rush.
Yosef was so mad he kept snorting.
I had no idea what Jenny had done to make Yosef so angry at just the mention of her. This Jenny really didn't care about the consequences of her actions, doing everything on a whim.
Yosef angrily said, "If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have been hurt. It was all because of her messing around."
So there was more to the story.
Yosef continued, "Brad was knocked out, and a few of us boys jumped down to lift him onto the desk. But there wasn't enough space there. That woman was in the next room. When she came back, there was no room left on the desk. She shamelessly tried to pull me down to make space for herself, but she was wearing high heels and lost her balance, falling over. Then, the window suddenly shattered, and her leg got buried under the sand and stones. Because she pulled me, I fell too and hit my head somewhere, bleeding a lot. Look at this long scar; it hurt so much."
Hearing this, I was furious. If Jenny had been there, I might have slapped her.
I couldn't believe Jenny could be so deceitful. Not only had she faked a life-saving act, but she had also tried to pull Yosef off the desk to save herself. It was utterly shameless.
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