Chapter 806 - Who Takes The Blame? (2)

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Emily's only impression of Vincent's birthday was that her waist hurt.

She woke up until the evening of the next day. She dragged her body that seemed to have been squeezed by a large machine and managed to seat herself on the sofa, gasping and staring blankly at the ceiling.

"It looks like that you love the gift I gave you." Christy rubbed her shoulders.

Emily was too tired to speak. She turned back and looked at Christy with a harmless stare.

Emma, Sydnee, and the others had rushed back to City Y early this morning. Emily felt sorry that she didn't get up to send them off. When she picked up her phone and found that it was already the evening of the next day. She suddenly felt sad.

Emily thought that she should make an agreement with Vincent that he shouldn't sleep in the bedroom except on weekends and the day before!

"By the way, can you give me the painting in your studio as a gift?" Christy asked.

As Emily had difficulties walking around, Christy got out the framed picture from the studio by herself. When Christy came out, she saw a picture of Harold hanging on the innermost wall. A tall and burly figure was standing in the sun, loyal and solemn, even with a wooden face.

This painting was different from the others. Instead of Emily's, Harold's signature was written in the bottom right corner.

Christy sighed and walked out with the painting in her arms.

Ferne was still working on the hotel decoration and called Vincent over. There were only two guards at home, squatting in the corner, eating ice cream, and enjoying the air conditioning. They were probably worried that Emily would be afraid of being alone in the room, so they called Christy over.

Christy thought that Emily may wake up until eleven o'clock. Who knew that she would sleep for so long? Christy had checked the painting of Trevor about four times until Emily finally woke up.

She finally had the chance to ask for this painting.

It was a portrait of Trevor, who was wearing a white shirt, his eyes clear and clean. He was standing there and looking up at the painting on the wall, on which there was a woman in a bright red dress.

It was a painting-within-a-painting.

"It was meant for you." Emily nodded.

"I like it so much." Christy came over to massage Emily's shoulders for a while.

It made Emily hurt so she called out softly.

Christy clicked her tongue and said, "It sounds nice."

Emily was lost for words.

When Vincent came back, he saw the two women on the sofa tickling and playing happily.

He changed his shoes and came in. When he saw that Emily was lying on the sofa and laughing with her hair messed up, he could not help but loosen the top two buttons of his shirt. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat.

The guards followed closely behind could not help but take out his phone and enter the group chat to gossip.

Guard A: What did Mr. Vincent eat these days?

Guard B: Noodles and cakes last night.

Guard C eating the ice cream: No, I guess it must be Mutton soup and bullwhip.

Guard 4 eating ice cream: Beast!

When Emily went back to the class, she found that something had happened in class.

"I see. Every time you ask for leave, something must happen to our class." Tatiana said.

Emily put down her schoolbag and asked, "What happened?"

Only a dozen people stayed in the class. It seemed that the others hadn't come to class for a long time.

"We were sent to clean the auditorium and music room the day before yesterday. The piano was broken by someone and Class S blamed it on us. They asked us to pay for it." Tatiana shrugged, "Those in our class who haven't gone to clean up don't want to take the responsibility at all. They said that whoever broke it should pay for it. And they started to skip school."

"Did someone in our class break it?" Emily asked.

"They all said that it's Marley." Tatiana said, "I think so. She seldom shows up but has done cleaning with us yesterday. She was the only one who touched the piano. I am sure now that she must be the one who tried to curry favor with us for her purpose."

"Is there any evidence?"

"Damn, what's the point of evidence?" Tatiana had a righteous look on her face, "Anyway, she should stand up and admit it, so as not to implicate our Class F."

"Where is she?" Emily looked back and didn't see Marley. Instead, she saw Marisa leaning against the table and sleeping.

"She ran away the moment it happened." Tatiana said disdainfully, "She is a bane. She only knows how to avoid troubles and let the rest of us take the blame."

In the afternoon, the class teacher came over, who asked the class monitor to call all the students skipping class back and held a class meeting.

It was a meeting to raise compensation money for the piano worth 110,000.

"Let the person who broke it pay!" Someone muttered, "I wasn't the one who broke it. Why should I pay for it?"

"That's right! Why should the others pay?" Someone echoed, "Whoever breaks it, step forward and take the responsibility."

"Marley, I'm talking about you." Someone shouted at Marley directly.

Marley was sitting in her seat. Without makeup on this day, her plain face looks not ugly. Hearing someone call her, she stood up and said to the class director, "I didn't break the piano."

The others sneered, "If you didn't, did I do it? We all didn't want to clean it, but you were the only one who was active. After that, the piano was broken. Who else could it be?"

Marley was speechless.