Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80: Problem solved!

"Or... are you the thief we’ve all been looking for?"

The room fell into a breathless silence.

"I — Impossible! I probably got it when I was pulling your bag!" Patricia blurted out, but the anxiety in her voice was profound. "That’s right! You did this on purpose to save yourself, didn’t you?"

"That’s right! How could Miss Miller do that?!" Mr. Anderson was quick to rescue. "This must be your plan all along! You want to save yourself by making it appear Miss Miller is trying to blindly accuse you!"

"Come with me, you cunning brat!" Mr. Anderson stormed to Penny and grabbed her arm up. "Do you think something like this will —"

Mr. Anderson stopped when another hand clasped his wrist. "Mr. Anderson, stepping into my class is something I can overlook, but calling my students’ names and even forgetting the teacher’s code is not." Miss Sandford seethed through gritted teeth, trying her best to contain her anger at the reaction Mr. Anderson was showing not just to Penny and Patricia, but also to other students.

"Miss Sandford, I’m trying to help you —"

"Thank you, but no. This is my class, so please, let Penny go." Miss Sandford stressed each syllable. She didn’t threaten him, but her tone was enough to carry the message.

Mr. Anderson’s face turned sour and gazed at Miss Sandford with a spiteful glare before he let Penny go. "Hmph! Miss Sandford, this is clearly this child’s plan. She’s trying to save herself from the situation because she was caught! And her means to do that is unspeakable!" _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

’You!’ Miss Sandford felt her heart clenched in anger. How could an adult treat a child like this?

"Mr. Anderson, since you still don’t believe me, then should I give you my evidence?" A layer of frost sizzled over Penny’s eyes as she looked up at this pathetic adult.

She would never forget Mr. Anderson because, in a way, he also had a fair share of Penny’s miserable school life. Whenever Penny was accused or if Nina twisted the truth, he was quick to take sides without any interest in knowing the truth. The only interest he had was whose pocket was deeper or whose family was more influential.

"Evidence?!" Mr. Anderson arched a brow while everyone furrowed their brows.

"Penny, do you have evidence to prove your innocence?" Miss Sandford asked, and Penny nodded.

"Teacher, when I got here, I told the headmaster that I used to be picked on in my previous school. Because of that, I was anxious that something like that would happen in here," Penny explained adorably and clearly while walking to her desk.

With carefulness and precision not to get some ink, Penny took out the small box from the drawer. Opening it, she picked up a pen from it and showed them.

"Since Mr. Anderson doesn’t believe me, then I’m glad I put up extra precautions in case something like this happens. Mr. Anderson, this is a recording pen with a tiny camera inside. Should we play it to see who was the real thief?" Penny’s voice rang across the entire classroom with so much clarity and confidence, yet it didn’t carry any arrogance.

Their classmates darted their eyes between her pen and Penny, flabbergasted. Even Nina was momentarily blank at this.

"You’re bringing such things in class?" Patricia harrumphed as she had to save herself if what Penny was saying was true. "Do you know that’s not allowed?! Who knows what you’ve been recording secretly —"

He was so sure he could turn this around, but with concrete evidence, he would only look biased. ’This fox... she has this all along, but she let us prattle on and on to make us believe she’s the culprit!’

’I did say I didn’t, though.’