Chapter 37 Want to visit Queenie's house? Prepare to be slapped in the face!

The media present were also all deeply moved by this scene. Many people came forward to apologize to Queenie. "Ms. Lorente, I'm sorry." "Ms. Lorente, it was our fault." "Sorry." ... The children were gradually brought back by their parents, leaving only Brendon standing in place, staring straight at Queenie. "Ms. Lorente, will you forgive me?"

As soon as he spoke, Glory angrily rushed over and slapped him on the back of his head. "You... you heartless thing! How can you side with outsiders? Do you know, you just exposed your dad's secrets in front of so many people, it might kill him!"

Brendon Carter, who was hit, stubbornly stared at his mother. "No, I just want to be someone I can live with peacefully." Glory was stunned, her face filled with surprise as if she couldn't believe such words could come out of a ten-year-old's mouth.

"Your dad... your dad... actually..." Glory wanted to salvage her father's image in her son's eyes, but she found that she couldn't say a single word.

"Mom, you don't have to lie to me anymore. I know what kind of person my dad is, and you know it better than me. I'm not stupid. I can observe with my heart and find out some things about him. Mom, you always tell me that you and Dad got a fake divorce, just to buy another house. You said you and Dad would remarry. But what I see is that Dad has taken me to several different aunties' houses. I hate that kind of dad. Every time I go, I feel disgusted."

Glory widened her eyes in astonishment. "What did you say?" She was so excited that her voice broke! "Every weekend visitation day, he took you to those little bitch's houses to cheat?"

"Dad never took me to the park. When I suggested going to the science museum, he was impatient.”

"I don't know Auntie's house, so they left me in the living room and the adults went upstairs..." Glory staggered backward a few steps, her eyes vacant. She couldn't bear it, her child's father was having an affair right in front of their child! "Gerald Carter, you scumbag! If you don't act like a human, neither will I! I will report you! I will make you go to jail!"

Glory held Brendon’s hand in an excited state, preparing to go home and handle the report materials. But Brendon stood still, staring straight at Queenie, stubbornly asking again. "Ms. Lorente, will you forgive me? Will Themis forgive me?"

Queenie walked up to Brendon, squatting down to meet him eye-to-eye. "Brendon Carter, I hope you remember what I said today." Brendon nodded. "I hope that in your future life, you will not easily forgive everyone who has hurt you and then apologized."

In just a moment, Brendon’s hopeful gaze dimmed. "I cannot set a bad example for you. Some hurts may form and make you feel uncomfortable, even if the other person apologizes, you still have the choice to not forgive them, understand?" Brendon nodded, somewhat understanding.

Queenie caressed his head, "Alright, you understand the lesson. I forgive you." Brendon looked up in surprise, "Really?"

"Hmm." Queenie nodded, "Because, as a child your age, it is difficult for you to make the right judgment after finding out your father's secret, so I wholeheartedly forgive you. But just so you know, the person who tried to throw coffee at me today, an adult with their ability to act and judge, will not be forgiven.

Brendon, you've done great. Today, you bravely spoke up about everything, therefore I forgive you, and Themis will also think that you can stand with him as a representative of fairness and justice."

Brendon followed Queenie, both looking up at the towering Themis sculpture, their lips curling into smiles. Brendon took a long breath and left without any psychological burden, following his mother.

Soon, there was a drastic reversal of comments on the internet.

‘The whole internet owes this teacher an apology!]’
‘Exactly, where are those haters? Why aren't they apologizing!’
‘Look, that servant who spread rumors has been arrested by the police.’

‘Yes, I just saw that too, apparently, the director promised her son a job, so she spread rumors.’
‘That's awesome! Mr. Carter's ex-wife also submitted the report material. Mr. Carter can prepare to go to jail for corruption!’

‘Oh, by the way, did you hear what that kid Brendon Carter said about Ms. Lorente's brother pushing her towards Mr. Carter? Such a scumbag, isn't it being exposed online?’
‘Yes, expose him quickly, so that this scumbag will have a hard time in Coast City, to prevent him from harming other women!’

‘Ms. Lorente is the most amazing teacher. She is beautiful and kind-hearted, really amazing!’
‘May I timidly ask if Ms. Lorente has a boyfriend?’
‘Ms. Lorente is simply the goddess of my dreams, so beautiful, with such a great temperament.’
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As the online reputation improved, the voting channel for the district teacher competition also came to an end.

The competition committee, which had been silent all along, took the opportunity to issue an announcement, announcing the top three finalists of the district's outstanding teacher competition.

Among them, Queenie's name firmly occupied the first place.
Many teachers in the school group also sent voice messages to congratulate her.

"Queenie, congratulations!"
"Ms. Lorente, congratulations!"
"Queenie, next time you have to treat us, right?"
"Yes, Ms. Lorente, are you available to celebrate tomorrow? It happens to be Saturday. How about a few of us buying some hot pot ingredients and coming to your place for a meal? Let's also celebrate your marriage and winning the first prize in the district teacher competition."

When Queenie heard this voice message, she looked at Benoit subconsciously and asked, "Can my colleagues come to our house?"

Benoit smiled gently, "Of course, they can. Queenie, it's up to you. If you want them to come, let them come, no need to ask me. You are the owner on the property deed."

Queenie's mouth also curled up slightly, "Good, I'll let them come. Macy also kept saying she wants to come too. I'm worried that you prefer peace and quiet and don't like too much noise."

"It's okay. As long as it's related to you, I can accept everything," Benoit paused and added, "Let them come tomorrow. We'll prepare the food."

"Okay." Queenie opened WhatsApp and was about to reply when she saw the message from May in the group.

‘You're right, Ms. Lorente. Since everyone wants to come to your house and see your newlywed husband, why not take this opportunity to gather tomorrow?’

Seeing May joining in the excitement, Queenie couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Celebration is just an excuse!
These people are probably coming to see where I live and whether I married someone in a wheelchair!

Queenie replied generously, ‘Tomorrow at noon, everyone is welcome to come to my house for a meal. My husband said that we will provide everything. You don't need to bring anything, just come over.’

Soon, many colleagues responded enthusiastically.

At this time, a male colleague who used to pursue Queenie sent a message:
’Ms. Lorente, shall we meet tomorrow?
"Where should we meet? Where is your house? Should we just go directly there, or...?’

Queenie paused for a moment and replied, ‘Let's meet at the stall across from our school. My house is very close to there.’

The security at Bund Bay was very strict, and there were multiple facial recognition checkpoints to get to their separate building. Queenie wasn't sure how to introduce it, so she decided to personally go downstairs and lead them.

After Queenie responded, her colleagues all agreed and said ‘Okay’ on the surface, but each had different thoughts in their hearts. Some of her colleagues began whispering amongst themselves.

‘Didn't they say she rides in luxury cars? How come she lives in a residential building next to a stall?’

‘Yeah, the building there is quite old, it must be around thirty years old!’

‘We'll find out tomorrow!’

The next day, Queenie changed into comfortable clothes and arrived at the stall ahead of time to wait for everyone. Her colleagues, who she regularly interacted with, gradually arrived. Some even brought small gifts and congratulated Queenie, saying, "Congratulations. Best wishes for your marriage." Queenie thanked each of them.

Before long, May also arrived. Now everyone was finally present. May looked at the old residential building behind her and asked, "Which way should we go?"

The male colleague who had pursued Queenie brought fruit with him and walked in that direction, asking, "Ms. Lorente, which building is it? What floor?"