No matter how upset he was, a father would back up his own kid, right? That’s just how it works.
So when Steven opened his mouth and said, “This is Charlotte’s fault. I apologize on her behalf,” Eleanor could only frown in disbelief. They didn’t even know what had really happened yet. How could he be so sure it was all his daughter’s doing?
Andrew glanced at Charlotte, dropping his voice. “That’s your actual dad?”
A mocking smile flickered across Charlotte’s face, sharp and bitter.
Parrish caught on right away and shook his head. “If you ever get the chance,” he muttered, “might be time to swap him out for a better one.”
Henry Dean jumped on the moment, his chin high, acting like he was being generous. “Here’s the deal. She apologizes to my son, leaves Vanguard High, and that’s the end of it.”
These guys were no strangers to politics. Everyone in the room knew you didn’t mess with the Blair family. Someone had to take the blame today, and Charlotte was the easiest choice.
Henry’s words made Steven let out a breath, relieved. For someone like Charlotte, apologizing and transferring schools was nothing. But if she pissed off the Blairs or the Fords, then they’d really be in trouble.
After a tense pause, Steven stepped forward, his eyes cold as ice as he stared at Charlotte. “Charlotte, apologize to Dennis. Right now.”
Charlotte stared right back. “Apologize? For what? What did I even do?”


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