“Exactly! You’re already a thief, and now you’re trying to weasel your way out. Pathetic!”
“Call the cops! Lock her up for life!”
The classmates surrounded me like I was a criminal, afraid I might escape.
Even Mr. Johnson stood in front of me with contempt.
“Claire, from now on, don’t ever say you were my student.”
“I never taught someone with such rotten character.”
The gossip and condemnation drew in bystanders. Some pointed and whispered, others recorded me on their phones, and a few even spat at me.
I calmly took off my jacket and tossed it into a trash bin.
Then I looked Isabella straight in the eyes, my tone icy.
“Do you realize that slap you just gave me is enough to land you in prison for the rest of your life?”
Isabella burst into wild laughter, full of disdain.
“Claire, you’ll say anything, won’t you?”
“Even if I weren’t the billionaire’s wife, what’s the big deal about hitting a piece of trash like you?”
“You really think you’re somebody?”
Others quickly joined in:
“This worthless woman is not only poor but delusional. Did she just say Isabella could go to prison for slapping her? What a joke!”
“She’s so low-class she probably doesn’t even understand what ‘billionaire’ means.”