Chapter 465 Heroes
Thinking about it back then was pointless.
The real priority was to calm things down and get justice for ourselves.
When Bronte and Elliot got home from work, I filled them in on what I found out today.
After the incident, they were totally on our side. They trusted us so much that I couldn't keep anything from them.
Plus, with them around, we could figure out our next move.
Elliot was fuming, calling Jenny all sorts of names like "shameless," "despicable," and "karma." For a guy who'd been a top student his whole life, those were probably the only curse words he knew.
Elliot was usually a pretty proper guy, except for the occasional outburst.
Bronte was way calmer. She told me if I needed to get back to the city, she could arrange a car right away.
Hearing that, I called Brad again, and he was cool with me taking Yosef back to the city with me.
The next morning, I went to the Cooper's place and told them I wanted to take Yosef to the city. Cooper was totally fine with it.
Bronte got us the same yellow minibus. When I was saying goodbye to Yosef and the Coopers, a bunch of kids ran over, begging to come to the city with us. They said they were there during the mudslide and helped carry the unconscious Brad, so they could testify too.
Honestly, I was really touched. But we were heading back to face a tough fight, and I wasn't sure I could handle so many kids.
Kids are precious to their parents. If anything happened to them, I wouldn't be able to face their parents.
The parents showed up later, listened to my concerns, and reassured me. They said their kids were used to a free-range lifestyle; as long as they were fed, they didn't need special attention.
The parents were so sincere and warm-hearted that I had no choice but to take six kids back to the city on the minibus.
When we got to the hotel, Brad was waiting for us downstairs. He was shocked to see a bunch of kids getting off.
The kids recognized Brad and swarmed him, chatting excitedly.
Brad's gloomy face finally brightened up when he saw me safe and sound and the happy, innocent kids.
Things went a lot smoother after that.
Brad made a video detailing the whole conspiracy, from the mudslide to the clubhouse, explaining everything in order with evidence and facts.
The kids asked me what to say during the recording. I told them to just tell the truth and not overthink it.
Elliot and Bronte did a lot of work in the village. Cooper and several parents who were trapped in the school at the time shared their stories under their real names.
Cooper even publicly revealed that Jenny, pretending to help, did nothing while she was in the village and constantly complained about the living and sanitary conditions, really hurting the villagers' feelings.Compared to making up a life-saving story, not respecting the cause and failing to keep up the company's image were huge mistakes.
Once Brad had all the evidence, he sent it straight to the Northern Institute of the Arts alumni group, the National Capital University forum, and social platforms like New Feed and Twitter.
Brad had this mix of delicate and determined in his look. When he sat in front of the camera with that serious, solemn face, breaking down everything, his disapproval of Jenny's actions and his sadness over her lack of basic decency really hit home with the audience.
This was the best way to shut down the rumors.
Within half an hour of the info going out, it caused a huge stir online. Almost everyone who had trashed us before turned on Jenny, dragging her like a stray dog.
The facts were clear, and the evidence was solid. Jenny had no defense and became public enemy number one.
This was the outcome she deserved.
With that, the matter was pretty much settled. We did what we had to do.
As for Jenny's ultimate fate, we left it to everyone and to time.
We believed in the goodness of humanity and that we'd be judged fairly.
After sending out the video, Brad turned off our phones, called the hotel front desk to order a big meal, and hosted the six kids.
During dinner, the kids told me about Jenny getting roasted online, with a bit of schadenfreude.
These kids traveled hundreds of miles with genuine respect and admiration for Brad's innocence. They deserved a good treat. Without them, this wouldn't have ended so quickly, the credibility wouldn't have been so high, and the false accusations against Brad and me wouldn't have been cleared up so soon.
We owed these kids a lot; they were our heroes.
Seeing a good outcome on the horizon, Brad was in a relaxed mood and drank quite a bit. Before he could endlessly demand kisses, I sent the kids back to their rooms.
Brad didn't disappoint me; he kissed me for a long time. He didn't do anything else, just kept asking for more kisses.
As I was about to fall asleep, Brad tightened his arms around me and whispered in my ear, "You're amazing, baby. Thank you."
Drowsily, I was sweetly lulled into sleep by his words, not having the chance to reply. "Brad, you made me this amazing."
I had a good night's sleep and woke up to bright daylight, feeling too lazy to get out of bed.
Brad, lying on the bed, threatened me, "If you don't want to get up, we might as well make love."
I wrapped myself tightly in the blanket, curling into a small ball, and firmly rejected Brad's suggestion. "No."
It wasn't my fault; past experiences told me that his sessions were too long, too strong, and too varied for me to handle.
Brad wasn't mad at being turned down. He chuckled and pulled at my blanket, his tone as light as when he stood under my window at twenty, handing me sheet music. "Then get up quickly; we're about to reap the rewards."
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