Marrying Without My Eight-Year Boyfriend Knowing novel Chapter 21

I called the police and reported that Emily had deliberately insulted me and then falsely accused me of fabricating images.

When the police arrived, I called Emily in front of everyone.

Me: "Little girl, you're slandering me with fake images, and I think that's reasonable. How could I let you get away with this? That's why I called the police—to show them who’s innocent."

She immediately backed down, but tried to sound stubborn: "Who knows if you've bribed someone?"

The police quickly stopped her nonsense. Thanks to her, the images were analyzed quickly. The original photos proved everything was clear and true.

The crowd had waited all morning, and when they got the results, they immediately demanded she face the consequences.

The principal, Mark, reluctantly promised to fire Emily.

I smiled and told everyone to hold on.

Me: "Principal Mark, I remember you and Emily are quite close. Don’t you two even have dinner together after work?"

Mark suddenly looked guilty but still tried to deny it: "That’s not true, don’t make things up."

I gave him a knowing smile and silently stared at him without saying anything.

Before the commotion even started, I had already dug into both Emily and Alex’s backgrounds. Alex had only her as a "good girl," but she wasn’t the only one with a "good dad."

Mark couldn’t look me in the eye, and after a quick glance at his phone, he found some courage.

Mark: "Stop talking nonsense! You’re just seeking revenge!"

Mark: "Emily is a good teacher! It’s your boyfriend who’s been pestering her and harassing her! She was forced into this!"

The spell Emily had put on him was strong.

I loudly read aloud their interactions to everyone nearby.

Me: "By the way…" I moved closer to him. "You remember to get that blood test."

In his stunned silence, I sweetly added, "I can only help you this far, Green Hat Guy."

The parents' protests instantly filled the air, and I saw someone recording the scene. I kindly provided the material.

Me (thinking): "Alex, you’ve made a name for yourself. You finally achieved something on your own."

When I got home, Alex was already waiting at the door, fully geared up with a mask and hat.

I scoffed. "You still remember you have a face?"

The sarcasm was clear, and Alex’s fragile pride shattered instantly.

Alex: "Ophelia, don’t think you’re anything special. Just because I’m not perfect, does that mean you are?"