"Yves Prescott, how could you…?" Winona looked at him with a hint of exasperation.
The kindergarten teacher quickly intervened. "No, no, Miss Perkins, Mr. Prescott wasn't trying to take your son. He told me as soon as he arrived that he wouldn't take the child out. He brought a lot of gifts for Zane and all his classmates. He just asked if he could play with Zane for a little while through the fence, under my supervision. Mr. Prescott had no intention of taking him."
Winona was at a loss for words.
"I… I asked Zane, and he… he really likes playing with Dad Prescott," the teacher added, glancing at Winona nervously.
As a kindergarten teacher, she wasn't supposed to be scrolling through social media during work hours, but over the past two days, everyone in the city had heard about Winona.
The videos from the day before, painting Winona as a professional mistress, had completely vanished by today. This was clear evidence that a powerful force was working behind the scenes to clear her name.
While the mistress videos were gone, the news of Winona's divorce yesterday, broadcast live across the city, was also common knowledge. The dramatic reversal of her public image from one day to the next had caused a city-wide sensation. Only then did people realize how much she had been wronged.
Her ex-husband and his mistress were truly despicable.
And the Mr. Prescott standing before her…
He must be the one who had made the mistress videos disappear.
Seeing how much Zane adored Mr. Prescott, calling him "Dad Prescott" over and over, and given how polite Mr. Prescott was, not overstepping any boundaries, she had agreed to let them play through the fence for a bit, with her watching closely.
She hadn't expected Winona to show up.
The teacher felt quite awkward.
"It's alright, teacher. You can go back inside. I need to take Zane to get his household registration changed this afternoon," Winona said, not blaming the teacher.
"Okay, Miss Perkins," the teacher replied, relieved, and went back inside.
Winona took Zane's hand and walked over to Yves Prescott.
With that, Winona moved to open the car door.
"Winona!" Yves Prescott grabbed her arm.
She turned to face him.
His eyes burned with intensity. "You're divorced now. Your ex-husband is Julian Nicholson, the head of the Nicholson Group. You know him better than I do. He's calm, composed, and he doesn't act rashly, but when he does, he's ruthless. After you exposed him and Felicity like that in court…"
"Mr. Prescott, whatever you have to say, can you just say it?" Winona asked.
Yves Prescott didn't mince words. "You need a man to protect you from Julian. Look around Greenwood City. Who can stand up to him? I'm telling you, even if a man likes you, the pressure from Julian will be enough to make him run for the hills."
"I have no intention of ever marrying again. And what happened between Julian and me is public knowledge now. If he tries to harm me again, it'll be as obvious as a louse on a bald man's head. He's not that stupid," Winona said, looking at him earnestly.

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