Chapter 650: The Election Day

Priscilla paused, feeling a pang of guilt as she saw Cecilia approaching.

“You’re here early, Ms. Cecilia,” she said.

“Yes,” Cecilia replied. “Aren’t we electing the president of the parents’ association today? Naturally, I had to arrive early. You did mention you’d vote for me.”

“Of course,” Priscilla smiled. The anonymity of the vote eased her mind.

Many mothers had already gathered in the school’s conference room, engaged in lively conversation. Upon seeing Cecilia, they awkwardly averted their gazes. Cecilia remained unconcerned; the main event was about to begin.

Unexpectedly, Helen, who had given her the parking pass, approached and started a conversation. “You’re here, Ms. Cecilia.”

Cecilia responded with a polite smile, remaining cautious as she didn't know Helen's intentions. Helen, however, pulled her aside and whispered, “Ms. Cecilia, perhaps you shouldn’t run for president today.”

Cecilia was puzzled. “Why?”

Gathering her courage, Helen explained, “I arrived early and overheard some mothers talking. They plan to vote for Miranda. I think they’re colluding against you. If you continue, I’m afraid…” She trailed off.

“Are you worried I’ll be embarrassed if I lose?” Cecilia asked.

Helen nodded.

Grateful for Helen’s concern, Cecilia replied, “Don’t worry. I’m not afraid of embarrassment. It would be more embarrassing to withdraw. For my son’s sake, I must seize every opportunity.”

Last night, Cecilia had asked Jonathan if the students and teachers were still ignoring him. He said the teachers’ attitudes had changed, but his classmates remained distant. He claimed he didn’t mind, but Cecilia knew he was trying to reassure her; a child his age would undoubtedly be affected.

Seeing Cecilia’s resolve, Helen ceased her persuasion. “No matter what, my vote won’t change.”

“Aren’t you afraid of offending Miranda?” Cecilia asked.

Helen shook her head, her chubby face determined. “At worst, my son will leave this school. We’ve considered it. We aren’t wealthy; there’s no need to stress my child like the other mothers. My husband’s business failed, and my son is bullied daily. He’s unhappy here. He’d be happier at a normal school.”

Cecilia responded firmly, “Don’t worry, I won’t let Terry be forced to leave. If we leave, it will be on our own terms.”

“Okay,” Helen said, though privately she doubted Cecilia could defeat Miranda. A woman with a small business couldn't compete with the Rainsworth family, especially with her husband’s blindness. She simply hoped for a less disheartening outcome for Cecilia.

Their conversation was interrupted by Miranda’s arrival. “Ms. Miranda,” someone announced. Some parents already referred to Miranda as president. Everyone showered her with compliments about her appearance. Miranda smiled politely, then cast a triumphant glance at Cecilia. She intended to humiliate Cecilia that day. How dare she even think of becoming president? she thought.