Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 997 No One Understands_1

"Mrs. Morrison!"

Openly mocking the president, even the dean couldn’t bear to listen any longer and looked sternly at Victoria Morrison, "You really did wrong in this matter, apologize to Ms. Simonson right away!"

"I won’t apologize!" Victoria Morrison stood her ground, defiant, "I was just following the school rules. Someone was playing with their phone in class, disrupting the discipline, and as a teacher, it is completely reasonable for me to maintain order by confiscating the phone."

She turned to Purple Summers, "As for the phone being thrown away, that’s a given. Confiscated items simply take up space, so of course, I have to throw them out!"

Purple Summers was furious, "You keep talking about school rules, school rules, school rules! Which school rule exactly allows you to do that?!"

Victoria Morrison mocked, "Ms. Simonson doesn’t know? To have entered the Judicial Training Institute and yet be ignorant of the school rules, it’s no wonder you keep violating them. I advise you to read them thoroughly tonight, better yet, memorize them, so you won’t break them again!"

Taking a deep breath, Purple Summers’s eyes grew colder, "I indeed can’t remember the school rules, but I do know ’Property Law’ Article 4, private property rights are protected by law, no organization or individual shall infringe upon them!

’Criminal Law’ Article 275, intentional destruction of public or private property, if the amount is substantial or there are other serious circumstances, shall be sentenced to no more than three years of fixed-term imprisonment, criminal detention, or a fine!

’Constitution’ Article 13, citizens’ lawful private property is inviolable! The state shall protect citizens’ property rights and inheritance rights according to law!

Does Mrs. Morrison think school rules are above ’Property Law’? Above ’Criminal Law’? Or even above the ’Constitution’?!"

The constitution is the fundamental law of the nation and its legal status is above all other laws and regulations.

Purple Summers glared at Victoria Morrison, word by word she said, "I demand a public apology from you in the next class, otherwise I will sue you for the crime of intentional property destruction! Mrs. Morrison, I don’t want to threaten you, but you must be very clear on what action the Education Bureau will take against a teacher embroiled in lawsuits. Are you sure you can still stand on the podium and teach with such erudition in the future?"

Victoria Morrison’s face turned iron blue, and her eyes were filled with raging red.

Coldly glancing at her, Purple Summers turned and left the dean’s office, similarly engulfed in anger.

After Purple Summers had left, only the dean and Victoria Morrison remained in the office. The dean sat back in his chair and sighed helplessly.

"Mrs. Morrison, I’ve never questioned your teaching ability, but this time...you really went too far," the dean said, "If you get sued, the school will have to suspend all your teaching duties. Maybe you should take a break, soothe your emotions a bit."

Victoria Morrison stood straight in front of him, lips pressed tightly shut without saying a word. Her expression was indignant and stubborn, and her petite stature somehow made her seem pitiful. freēwēbnovel.com

The dean sighed again, "Mrs. Morrison, I am very sorry about what happened to Mr. Morrison and I understand your feelings, but you really should let go..."

"No, you don’t understand," Victoria Morrison’s face was tense, her voice suppressed to a low tremble, "No one can understand. My husband is dead, my husband, is dead..."

Empathy is bullshit; no one will ever understand her.

...

Purple Summers arrived at the exterior wall of the classroom building, trying to cool her anger as she looked for her phone.

After searching in vain, and with a continuous pain in her abdomen, she grew even more irate! She felt as if nothing was going right, completely jinxed!

From several floors up, the phone must have been damaged beyond use, but the SIM card was still inside. She didn’t know whether it had already been swept away by the cleaning staff.

As she was fretting, someone called her name from behind.

Purple Summers turned to see Norton Young coming towards her at a jog, a layer of fine sweat on his forehead.

"Your phone..." Norton Young was panting, handing the phone to Purple Summers, "A piece of the casing is missing; I couldn’t find it, but the SIM card should still be there."

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