“Mrs. Foster, you don’t have to worry. The Browns own a major sports and medical equipment company—they know better than we do!”
“This is to unlock Emma’s physical potential, push him past his limits! It’s science—there’s no harm, only benefit!”
The other teachers and parents nodded along, smiling like this was perfectly reasonable.
“Exactly, Mrs. Foster. Your son is lucky to get such an opportunity!”
“Who knows, if he pushes himself hard enough, maybe his heart will heal on its own. You should be thanking Mrs. Brown!”
“If your kid refuses to exercise, he’ll ruin the sense of team spirit for all our kids. Then what? Our kids’ bright futures get destroyed because of him? Who takes responsibility for that?”
I stared at their shameless faces and finally understood.
This was Mrs. Brown’s trap from the very beginning.
Emma, terrified for me, kept running through tears, his gaze locked on me, begging for help.
Some of the betting parents began shouting when they saw him slowing down.
“Run, you little brat! I’ve got $10k on this!”
“If he drops, bring in a bigger dog! This Rottweiler’s useless!”
Mrs. Brown let out a sinister laugh.
“No need for that. His mom’s right here.”