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Chapter_65
Vivienne’s head swirled as she mulled over the events unfolding around her. The weight of managing Class Eighteen’s progress and keeping an eye on the students’ well-being was already a burden, but now there were whispers and rumors about her qualifications. She had never expected to be caught in such a web of speculation. What bothered her more, though, was the unsettling conversation taking place in Class One.
Arabella’s disbelief and Coral’s sharp words about Vivienne’s qualifications were just the tip of the iceberg. The way they dismissed her achievements—without knowing the truth behind them—left a bitter taste in her mouth. She had worked hard for everything she had earned, and it was frustrating to hear her sister and Coral casting doubts on her legitimacy.
As the students in Class One buzzed with excitement, confusion, and disbelief over the changes in their classroom, Arabella and Coral’s conversation continued. Arabella seemed to be grappling with her own feelings—torn between loyalty to her sister and the mounting pressure of those around her. Coral, on the other hand, was far more vocal in her suspicion, offering accusations that Vivienne’s academic accomplishments were nothing more than a facade.
Vivienne knew she had to face the rumors head-on, but right now, there were bigger issues to address. She had to prove to the administration, the parents, and the students that she was not only capable of handling Class Eighteen, but that she was qualified for her role in every way. The fact that someone like Percival, with his questionable background and sense of entitlement, had been thrust into the situation was an extra complication she didn’t need.
Taking a deep breath, Vivienne steeled herself. It was time to take control of the narrative and remind everyone that her focus was on the students. Whatever distractions came her way, they wouldn’t stand in the way of her work.
Meanwhile, Percival’s presence in the school was already creating ripples. His good looks, his mannerisms, and his clumsy but confident way of handling the situation left Vivienne wondering just how much trouble he would cause. She couldn’t deny that his charm worked in his favor, but his complicated family background—and the way he was seemingly involved in every aspect of her life—made her nervous.
Vivienne resolved to focus on what mattered: the progress of Class Eighteen, and making sure that every decision she made moved them one step closer to passing their exams. The rest—rumors, family drama, and questionable characters—could wait.
As she walked back to her office, she could hear the faint voices of the students in Class One, murmuring about Vivienne’s qualifications and her unexpected rise to power. But she wasn’t concerned with them right now. She had her hands full with her own students—and they were the ones who needed her most.
She glanced over at Percival, still lingering in the hallway, waiting for her to finalize his office arrangement. “Let’s hope you can actually teach something,” she muttered under her breath, making her way back to her responsibilities. The real work was only just beginning.
